C F G C In the land of O'Cahan, where bleak mountains rise N.C. C F G O'er those brown ridgy tops now, the dusky clouds fly N.C. C F G Deep sunk in a valley, a wild flower did grow N.C. C F G C And her name was Finola, the Gem of the Roe [VERSE 2:]F G C From the Isles of Abunde, appeared to our viewF G A youth clad in tartan, it's strange but it's trueC F G With the stars on his breast and unstrung was his bowC F G C And he sighed for Finola, the Gem of the Roe[CHORUS:] The Gem of the RoeG The Gem of the RoeC F And he sighed for FinolaG C The Gem of the Roe [VERSE 3:]F G C To the grey shores of Alba, his bride he did bearF G But short were the fond years these lovers did shareC F G For thrice on that hillside, the Banshee cried lowC F G C Twas the death of Finola, the Gem of the Roe [CHORUS:] The Gem of the RoeG The Gem of the RoeC F Twas the death of FinolaG C The Gem of the Roe [VERSE 4:] N.C. C F G C No more up the streamlet, her maidens will hieF G For wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eyeC F G In silent affliction our sorrows will flowC F G Gadd9 G/B C Since gone is Finola, the Gem of the Roe
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