In a land of O'Cahan
where bleak
mountains rise
Over those brown
ridgy tops now
the dusky clouds fly
Deep sunk in a
valley a wild
flower did grow
And her name
was Finvola
the gem of the Roe
The gem of the Roe
the gem of the Roe
And her name
was Finvola
the gem of the Roe
For the Isles of Abunde
appeared to our view
A youth clad in tartan
it's strange but it's true
With a star on
his breast and
unstrung was his bow
And he sighed
for Finvola the
gem of the Roe
The gem of the Roe
the gem of the Roe
And her name
was Finvola the
gem of the Roe
To the grey shores
of Alba his bride
he did bear
But short were
the fond years these
lovers did share
For thrice on the
hillside the
Banshee cried low
Twas the death
of Finvola the
Gem of the Roe
The gem of the Roe
the gem of the Roe
t'was the death
of Finvola the
gem of the Roe
No more up the
streamlet her
maidens will hie
We dimmed the
pale cheeks and
bedimmed the
blue eyes
In silent affliction
his sorrow doth show
Since gone is
Finvola the
Gem of the Roe
The gem of the Roe
the gem of the Roe
Since gone his Finvola
the gem of the Roe