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A song for you this evening, and not to make you sad,
Or for to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land.
But I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll you now of two good friends. They 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 we'd meet on Ryan Road, and filled 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 heard the of drums,
We "War won't divide us, we will always be as one.
For the land our plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers have just got
names."
We talked our friends who'd died, we hoped there'd be no more.
It was then we realized the tragedy in store.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news around.
There'd been another killing outside of 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 gathered at his on a cold and rainy day.
The minister just closed his eyes, and for no he prayed.
And of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road,
Just our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now fear it the countryside, and fear filled 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, it's young that they've taken from 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 tears of the ran together.
Now I don't 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 Scott and MacDonald and the of you and I.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.