Home by Barna

In Scarlateglen there lived a lass
And every morning after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Barna
We won't go home along the road
For fear that we might tax the rogue
We won't go home along the road
We'll go home by Barna

We won't go home across the fields
The big thorn needles will stick in our heels
We won't go home across the fields
We'll go home by Barna
We won't go home the milk boreen
The night is bright we might be seen
We won't go home the milk boreen
We'll go home by Barna

We won't go home along the bay
The tinkers' camp is on the way
We wont go home along the bay
We'll go home by Barna
We won't go home along the main
The swoogh is sure to rise again
We won't go home along the main
We'll go home by Barna

We won't go home along the shore
For fear we hear the banshee roar
We won't go home along the shore
We'll go home by Barna
We won't go home along the strand
We might disturb the fairy band
We won't go home along the strand
We'll go home by Barna

Lyrics verses 3&4 - Teresa Doyle

Milk boreen - cow path
Swoogh - a host of departed souls that
Transport people from one place to another
Tinkers - the travelilng folk in Ireland, much
like the Gypsys
Banshee - a fairy woman who wails near The
home of someone soon to depart this ilfe.

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This is a wonderful album of children's music that people of all ages should enjoy. Check http://www.teresadoyle.com/

-Joe Offer-