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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 lately 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 just across the fields.
A great man for the music and the and the reels.
MacDonald came from South Armagh to young Agnes 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 a difference, for their friendship it was strong.
And sometimes in the when we heard the sound of drums,
We said "War won't divide us, we will be as one.
For the land our plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the places we say our prayers have just got different
names."
We about 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 of the people ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the awful came 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 just 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 a prayer for the resting of his soul.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and filled 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 they've from 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 filled minds.
And another eye for eye, til everyone is blind.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now I don't know where the moral is, or how this should end.
But I just how many wars are fought between good friends.
And the men who give the orders, well, not the ones who die.
It's Scott and and the likes of you and I.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the of the people ran together.