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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 I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. They both good friends of
mine.
Isaac Scott from Derry, he lived across the fields.
A great man for the music and the and the reels.
MacDonald came from South to court young Agnes fair.
It was then we'd meet on Ryan Road, and filled the air.
Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and Sean was born.
But it never made a difference, for friendship it was strong.
And sometimes in the evening when we the sound of drums,
We said "War divide us, we will always be as one.
For the land our plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the where we say our prayers have just got different
names."
We talked our friends who'd died, we hoped there'd be no more.
It was little then we realized the in store.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the news came around.
There'd another killing outside of Caplan town.
We knew Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band.
We heard that he was dead, and we 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 those of us who knew him along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our heads and said a prayer for the of his soul.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and filled every home.
And late one night, a car came round the Ryan Road.
A Catholic would be tonight to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young that they've taken from the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he begged with his fear.
But centuries of hatred have ears that hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all filled their minds.
And eye for another 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 moral is, or how song should end.
But I just how many wars are fought between good friends.
And the men who give the orders, well, they're not the who die.
Scott and MacDonald and the likes of you and I.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.