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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 just won't my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. were both good friends of
mine.
Isaac Scott from Derry, he lived just the fields.
A man for the music and the dancing and the reels.
MacDonald came from South Armagh to court young fair.
It was then meet on Ryan Road, and laughter filled 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 when we the sound of drums,
We said "War divide us, we will always be as one.
For the land our fathers in, the soil it is the same.
And the places we say our prayers have just 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, there roses.
And the of the people ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news around.
There'd been another killing of Caplan town.
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we he liked the band.
We heard he was dead, and we just could not understand.
We at his graveside on a cold and rainy day.
The minister 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 prayer for the of his soul.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and fear every home.
And late one night, a car came round the Ryan Road.
A would be killed tonight to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald that taken from the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he begged 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 another eye, til is blind.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now I know where the moral is, or how this song should end.
But I wonder just how many wars are between good friends.
And the men who give the orders, well, not the ones who die.
It's and MacDonald and the likes of you and I.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.