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Home by Bearna

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  • 作曲 : traditional
    In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act 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 thorneens 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 borreen
    The night is bright we might be seen
    We won't go down the milk borreen
    But we'll go home by Bearna

    We won't go home across the bog
    For fear we might meet Kearney's dog
    We won't go home across the bog
    But we'll go home by Bearna

    In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act the rogue
    We won't go home along the road
    But we'll go home by Bearna
  • 作曲 : traditional
    In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act 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 thorneens 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 borreen
    The night is bright we might be seen
    We won't go down the milk borreen
    But we'll go home by Bearna

    We won't go home across the bog
    For fear we might meet Kearney's dog
    We won't go home across the bog
    But we'll go home by Bearna

    In Scartaglen there lived 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 you might act the rogue
    We won't go home along the road
    But we'll go home by Bearna