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