Cara Dillon - The gem of the roe

In the ^Cland of O'^FCahan, where ^Gbleak mountains ^Crise

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O'er those ^Cbrown ridgy ^Ftops now, the dusky clouds ^Gfly

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Deep ^Csunk in a valley, a ^Fwild flower did ^Ggrow

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And her ^Cname was Fi^Fnola, the ^GGem of the ^CRoe

From the Isles of A^Fbunde, ap^Gpeared to our ^Cview A youth clad in tartan, it's ^Fstrange but it's ^Gtrue With the ^Cstars on his breast and un^Fstrung was his ^Gbow And he ^Csighed for ^FFinola, the ^GGem of the ^CRoe

The Gem of the ^GRoe And he ^Csighed for Fi^Fnola The ^GGem of the ^CRoe

To the grey shores of ^FAlba, his ^Gbride he did ^Cbear But short were the fond years these ^Flovers did ^Gshare For ^Cthrice on that hillside, the ^FBanshee cried ^Glow Twas the ^Cdeath of Fi^Fnola, the ^GGem of the ^CRoe

The Gem of the ^GRoe Twas the ^Cdeath of Fi^Fnola The ^GGem of the ^CRoe

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No ^Cmore up the ^Fstreamlet, her ^Gmaidens will ^Chie For wan the pale cheek and be^Fdimmed the blue ^Geye In ^Csilent affliction our ^Fsorrows will ^Gflow Since ^Cgone is Fi^Fnola, the ^GGem ^Gadd9of ^G/Bthe ^CRoe