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Home By Be/arna

Home By Be/Arna
(trad.)

In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before goin' home by Be/arna

We won't go home along the road
For fear that you might act the rogue
We won't go home along the road
We'll go home by Be/arna

We won't go home across the fields
The big thornins could stick in our heels
We won't go home across the fields
So we'll go home by Be/arna

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 Be/arna

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 Be/arna

We won't go home around the glen
For fear your blood might rise again
We won't go home around the glen
We'll go home be Be/arna

(then repeat two first verses).

HN
Apr98

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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