The Gem Of The Roe Lyrics - Cara Dillon

In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise 

O'er 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 

For the Isles of Abunde appeared to out 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 he sighed for 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 

Twas the death of Finvola 

The Gem of the Roe 

No more up the streamlet her maidens will hie 

For wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eye 

In silent affliction our sorrows will flow 

Since gone is Finvola the Gem of the Roe 

The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe 

Since gone is Finvola 

The Gem of the Roe