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A song for you this evening, and it's not to you sad,
Or for to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land.
But lately I've thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. They both good friends of
mine.
Scott from Derry, he lived just across the fields.
A great man for the and the dancing and the reels.
MacDonald came from South Armagh to court young 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 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 us, we will always be as one.
For the land our fathers in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers just got different
names."
We talked about our friends who'd died, we there'd be no more.
It was little we realized the tragedy in store.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the of the people ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news around.
been another killing outside of Caplan town.
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he the band.
We heard that he was dead, and we could not understand.
We gathered at his on a cold and rainy day.
The minister just closed his eyes, and for no he prayed.
And those of us who him from along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our and said a prayer 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 filled home.
And late one night, a car came prowling 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 them with his fear.
But centuries of have ears that cannot hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all that 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 know where the moral is, or how this song should end.
But I wonder how many wars are fought 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.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.