In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise
O'er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky cloud fly
Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow
And her name was Finvola, the Gem of the Roe

From the Isles of Abude appeared to our view
youth clad in tartan , it's strange but it's [bad word] 
With a star on his breast and unstring 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 a 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