In the lands of O'Cahan, where bleak mountains rise
Where fine ridgy tops now th dusky clouds fly.
Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower doth grow,
And her name was Finvola, the gem of the roe.
|: The gem of the roe, :|
And her name was Finvola, the gem of the roe.
2. To the Isle of Abundae appeared in my view
A youth clad in tartan, 'twas strange as 'twas true
With a star on his breast, unslung with his bow
And he sighed for Finvola, the gem of the roe.
|: The gem of the roe, :|
And he sighed for Finvola, the gem of the roe.
3. To the grey shore of Alba his bride he did bear
And shed were the fond years these lovers did share
For thrice on a hillside the banshee cried low
'Twas the death of Finvola, the gem of the roe.
|: The gem of the roe, :|
'Twas the death of Finvola, the gem of the roe.
4. No more up the streamlets the maiden do hide
Bedimmed the pale cheeks and bedimmed the blue eyes.
In silent affliction his grief it doth show
Since gone is Finvola, the gem of the roe.
|: The gem of the roe, :|
Since gone is Finvola, the gem of the roe.
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