In the lands of O'Cahan, Where bleak mountains rise, O'er whose brown ridgy tops now The dusky cloud flies, Deep sunk in a valley A wild flower did grow, |: And her name was Finvola,    The gem of the Roe. :|

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 sigh'd for Finvola,    The gem of the Roe. :|

No more up the streamlet Her maidens shall hie, For wan the cold cheek, And bedim'd the blue eye, In silent affliction Our sorrow shall flow, |: Since gone is Finvola,    The gem of the Roe. :|

| Deutsche Volkslieder | Ahnenforschung | Ferienaufenthalt | Folksongs | Hymns | Genealogy | Pacific Holiday | HOME PAGE | SEARCH | Email |