Cara Dillon - The Gem Of The Roe Lyrics

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