In Scartaglenn there lives a lass and every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass before going home by Bearna
We won't go home along the road for fear that we might meet the rogue
We won't go home along the road, but we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home across the fields the big thornines could stick in your heels
We won't go home across the fields, but we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home around the glen for fear your blood might rise again
We won't go home around the glen, but we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go down the milk boreen the night is bright we might be seen
We won't go down the milk boreen, but we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home across the bog in fear we might meet Kearney's dog
We won't go home across the bog, but we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home along the road for fear that we might meet the rogue
We won't go home along the road, but we'll go home by Bearna
