Home by Bearna
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| 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 This page has been viewed 8119 times |
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