the gem of the roe
| In the 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, its strange but its 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 |
| 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 |
