The Gem Of The Roe

　　The Gem Of The Roe - Cara Dillon

　　Anubis QQ48701547

　　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

　　Since gone is Finvola the Gem of the Roe