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A song for you evening, and it's not to make you sad,
Or for adding to the of a troubled Northern land.
But lately been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. They were good friends of
mine.
Scott from Derry, he lived just across the fields.
A great man for the music and the and the reels.
MacDonald came from Armagh to court young Agnes fair.
It was then we'd meet on Ryan Road, and laughter the air.
Now, Isaac, he was and Sean was Catholic born.
But it made a difference, for their friendship it was strong.
And sometimes in the evening we heard the sound of drums,
We said "War won't divide us, we always be as one.
For the our fathers plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers have got different
names."
We about our friends who'd 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 Sunday morning when the news came around.
There'd been another killing of Caplan town.
We knew Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band.
We that he was dead, and we just could not understand.
We gathered at his on a cold and rainy day.
The just closed his eyes, and for no revenge he prayed.
And of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our heads and said a 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 fear every home.
And late one night, a car came prowling round the Road.
A Catholic be killed tonight to even up the score.
Oh Christ, young MacDonald that they've taken 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 that filled minds.
And eye for another eye, til everyone is blind.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now I don't know where the moral is, or how this song end.
But I wonder just how many wars are between good friends.
And the men who the orders, well, they're not the ones who die.
It's Scott and and the likes of you and I.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.