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• Artiste: Cara Dillon
• Titre: The Gem Of The Roe
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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 The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe Since gone is Finvola The Gem of the Roe