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A song for you this evening, and it's not to you sad,
Or for adding to the sorrow of a Northern land.
But lately I've been thinking, and it won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two friends. They were both good friends of
mine.
Isaac Scott from Derry, he just across the fields.
A great man for the and the dancing and the reels.
came from South Armagh to court young Agnes fair.
It was then meet on Ryan Road, and laughter filled the air.
Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and was Catholic born.
But it made a difference, for their friendship it was strong.
And in the evening when we heard the sound of drums,
We said "War won't divide us, we always be as one.
For the land our fathers in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers have got different
names."
We talked about our friends died, we hoped there'd be no more.
It was then we realized the tragedy in store.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
It was on a morning when the awful news came around.
There'd another killing outside of Caplan town.
We that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band.
We heard that he was dead, and we just not understand.
We at his graveside on a cold and rainy day.
The minister just closed his eyes, and for no he prayed.
And of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our heads and a prayer for the resting of his soul.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and filled every home.
And late one night, a car came prowling the Ryan Road.
A Catholic would be killed to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald that they've from the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he them with his fear.
But centuries of hatred ears that cannot hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all filled their minds.
And another eye for eye, til everyone is blind.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now I don't know where the is, or how this song should end.
But I wonder just how many are fought between good friends.
And the men who give the orders, well, not the ones who die.
It's Scott and and the likes of you and I.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.