the Gem of the Roe,

the Gem of the Roe.

And her name was Fíonnvola,

the Gem of the Roe.

MORE INFO: This song has been included on Cara Dillon's album, Sweet Liberty 22/09/03

Fíonnvola, the Gem of the Roe

In the land of O' Cathain, where bleak mountains rise

O' er whose brown ridgey tops now, the dusky cloud flies

Deep sunk in a valley, a wild flower did grow,

And her name was Fíonnvola, the Gem of the Roe.

Chorus

From the Isles of Aebudae, appeared to our view

a youth clad in tartan, 'tis strange as 'tis true,

with a star on his breast and unstrung was his bow,

and he sighed for Fíonnvola, the Gem of the Roe.

Chorus

To the grey shores of Alba, his bride he did bear

but short were the fond years these lovers did share,

for thrice on a hillside, the Banshee cried low

'twas the death of Fíonnvola, the Gem of the Roe.

Chorus

No more up the streamlet, her maidens will hie,

for wan the pale cheek bedimmed the blue eye,

in silent affliction our sorrows will flow

Since gone is Fíonnvola, the Gem of the Roe.

Chorus