[00:00.81]In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise
[00:09.35]O'er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky clouds fly
[00:18.56]Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow
[00:27.53]And her name was Finvola, the Gem of the Roe
[00:35.76]
[00:36.21]From the Isles of Abunde appeared to our view
[00:43.76]A youth clad in tartan, it's strange but it's true
[00:50.72]With a star on his breast and unstrung was his bow
[00:58.85]And he sighed for Finvola the Gem of the Roe
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[01:06.23]The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
[01:14.23]And he sighed for Finvola
[01:18.24]The Gem of the Roe
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[01:23.03]To the grey shores of Alba his bride he did bear
[01:30.17]But short were the fond years these lovers did share
[01:37.13]For thrice on the hillside the Banshee cried low
[01:45.37]'Twas the death of Finvola the Gem of the Roe
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[01:52.75]The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
[02:01.00]'Twas the death of Finvola
[02:05.00]The Gem of the Roe
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[02:09.59]No more up the streamlet her maidens will hie
[02:18.64]For wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eye
[02:27.34]In silent affliction our sorrows will flow
[02:35.92]Since gone is Finvola the Gem of the Roe