In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise
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O'er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky clouds fly
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Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow
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And her name was Finvola, the Gem of the Roe
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For the Isles of Abunde appeared to out view
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A youth clad in tartan, it's strange but it's true
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With a star on his breast and unstrung was his bow
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And he sighed for Finvola the Gem of the Roe
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The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
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And he sighed for Finvola
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The Gem of the Roe
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To the grey shores of Alba his bride he did bear
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But short were the fond years these lovers did share
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For thrice on the hillside the Banshee cried low
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Twas the death of Finvola the Gem of the Roe
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The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
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Twas the death of Finvola
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The Gem of the Roe
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No more up the streamlet her maidens will hie
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For wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eye
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In silent affliction our sorrows will flow
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Since gone is Finvola the Gem of the Roe
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The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
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Since gone is Finvola
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The Gem of the Roe
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The Gem Of The Roe
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| Cara Dillon |
