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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). @Irish filename[ BEARNA HN Apr98  8note Sheet |
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