| Song | The Flower of Finae |
| Artist | Karan Casey & John Doyle |
| Album | Exiles Return |
| [ti:The Flower of Finae] | |
| [ar:Karan Casey & John Doyle] | |
| [al:Exiles Return] | |
| [00:00.14] | |
| [00:15.16] | Bright red is the sun o'er the waves of Lough Sheelin |
| [00:24.86] | A cool gentle breeze o'er the mountains is stealing |
| [00:34.35] | But fair round the islets the small ripples play |
| [00:43.81] | But fairer than all is the flower of Finae |
| [00:53.70] | Her hair is like night and her eyes like grey morning |
| [01:03.40] | She trips o'er the heather as if its touch scorning |
| [01:12.25] | But her heart and her lips are as mild as May Day |
| [01:21.38] | Young Eily McMahon is the flower of Finae |
| [01:31.55] | Who down the hillside like wild deer runs fleeter? |
| [01:40.13] | And who on the lakeside is hastening to greet her? |
| [01:49.36] | Who but Fergus O'Farrell, that fiery young gay |
| [01:58.32] | The darling and pride of the flower of Finae |
| [02:12.67] | One kiss and one clasp and one wild look of gladness |
| [02:22.18] | But why does it change all of a sudden to sadness? |
| [02:31.74] | He has told his sad fortune; he can no longer stay |
| [02:39.97] | He must leave his poor Eily all alone in Finae |
| [02:48.80] | For Fergus O'Farrell was true to his sire-land |
| [02:57.54] | But the strong hand of tyranny were drove in from Ireland |
| [03:06.32] | He joins the brigade in the wars far away |
| [03:14.98] | But he vows he'll return to the flower of Finae |
| [03:36.33] | Fought at Cremona—she hears of his story |
| [03:43.84] | He fought at Casano—she's proud of his glory |
| [03:52.82] | Yet sadly she sings "Siubhail a Rúin" all the day |
| [04:01.44] | O, come home my darling, come home to Finae |
| [04:10.49] | Long years have passed till she's nigh broken-hearted |
| [04:18.70] | Her reel and her rock and her flax she has parted |
| [04:27.13] | She sails with the wild geese to Flanders away |
| [04:36.34] | And leaves her poor parents alone in Finae |
| [04:44.97] | Lord Clare on the field of Ramillies is charging |
| [04:53.29] | Before him the Sassanach squadrons enlarging |
| [05:01.75] | Behind him the Cravats, their sections display |
| [05:10.67] | Beside him rides Fergus and he shouts for Finae |
| [05:19.75] | On the slopes of La Judoigne the Frenchmen are flying |
| [05:27.85] | Lord Clare and his squadrons the foe still defying |
| [05:36.84] | Outnumbered and wounded retreat in array |
| [05:45.35] | And bleeding rides Fergus and he thinks of Finae |
| [06:04.29] | In the cloisters of Ypres a banner is swaying |
| [06:13.40] | And by it a pale weeping maiden is praying |
| [06:22.40] | That flag's the sole trophy of Ramillies' fray |
| [06:31.28] | This nun is poor Eily, the flower of Finae |
| ti: The Flower of Finae | |
| ar: Karan Casey John Doyle | |
| al: Exiles Return | |
| [00:00.14] | |
| [00:15.16] | Bright red is the sun o' er the waves of Lough Sheelin |
| [00:24.86] | A cool gentle breeze o' er the mountains is stealing |
| [00:34.35] | But fair round the islets the small ripples play |
| [00:43.81] | But fairer than all is the flower of Finae |
| [00:53.70] | Her hair is like night and her eyes like grey morning |
| [01:03.40] | She trips o' er the heather as if its touch scorning |
| [01:12.25] | But her heart and her lips are as mild as May Day |
| [01:21.38] | Young Eily McMahon is the flower of Finae |
| [01:31.55] | Who down the hillside like wild deer runs fleeter? |
| [01:40.13] | And who on the lakeside is hastening to greet her? |
| [01:49.36] | Who but Fergus O' Farrell, that fiery young gay |
| [01:58.32] | The darling and pride of the flower of Finae |
| [02:12.67] | One kiss and one clasp and one wild look of gladness |
| [02:22.18] | But why does it change all of a sudden to sadness? |
| [02:31.74] | He has told his sad fortune he can no longer stay |
| [02:39.97] | He must leave his poor Eily all alone in Finae |
| [02:48.80] | For Fergus O' Farrell was true to his sireland |
| [02:57.54] | But the strong hand of tyranny were drove in from Ireland |
| [03:06.32] | He joins the brigade in the wars far away |
| [03:14.98] | But he vows he' ll return to the flower of Finae |
| [03:36.33] | Fought at Cremona she hears of his story |
| [03:43.84] | He fought at Casano she' s proud of his glory |
| [03:52.82] | Yet sadly she sings " Siubhail a Rú in" all the day |
| [04:01.44] | O, come home my darling, come home to Finae |
| [04:10.49] | Long years have passed till she' s nigh brokenhearted |
| [04:18.70] | Her reel and her rock and her flax she has parted |
| [04:27.13] | She sails with the wild geese to Flanders away |
| [04:36.34] | And leaves her poor parents alone in Finae |
| [04:44.97] | Lord Clare on the field of Ramillies is charging |
| [04:53.29] | Before him the Sassanach squadrons enlarging |
| [05:01.75] | Behind him the Cravats, their sections display |
| [05:10.67] | Beside him rides Fergus and he shouts for Finae |
| [05:19.75] | On the slopes of La Judoigne the Frenchmen are flying |
| [05:27.85] | Lord Clare and his squadrons the foe still defying |
| [05:36.84] | Outnumbered and wounded retreat in array |
| [05:45.35] | And bleeding rides Fergus and he thinks of Finae |
| [06:04.29] | In the cloisters of Ypres a banner is swaying |
| [06:13.40] | And by it a pale weeping maiden is praying |
| [06:22.40] | That flag' s the sole trophy of Ramillies' fray |
| [06:31.28] | This nun is poor Eily, the flower of Finae |