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      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 he sighed for Finvola, the gem of the Roe      To the gray 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   'T was 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   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