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A song for you this evening, and not to make you sad,
Or for adding to the sorrow of a Northern land.
But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. They were both 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 filled the air.
Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and was Catholic 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 won't divide us, we will be as one.
For the land our fathers in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers have just got
names."
We about our friends who'd died, we hoped there'd be no more.
It was little then we realized the in store.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
It was on a morning when the awful news came around.
There'd been killing outside 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 graveside on a cold and day.
The minister just 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.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and fear every home.
And one night, a car came prowling round the Ryan Road.
A would be killed tonight to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald that they've taken the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he begged them his fear.
But centuries of hatred have ears that hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all that their minds.
And eye for another eye, til everyone is blind.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now I don't know where the moral is, or how this song end.
But I just how many wars are fought between good friends.
And the men who the orders, well, they're not the ones who die.
It's and MacDonald and the likes of you and I.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the of the people ran together.