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A for you this evening, and it's not to make you sad,
Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled land.
But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. They both good friends of
mine.
Isaac from Derry, he lived just across the fields.
A great man for the music and the and the reels.
MacDonald came from South to court young Agnes fair.
It was then we'd on Ryan Road, and laughter filled the air.
Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and was Catholic born.
But it never made a difference, for their it was strong.
And in the evening when we heard 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 where 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 we realized the tragedy 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.
There'd another killing outside of Caplan town.
We knew that danced up there, we knew he liked 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 his eyes, and for no revenge 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.
There roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and filled every home.
And one night, a car came prowling round the Ryan Road.
A Catholic would be killed tonight to up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald that they've from the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he them with his fear.
But centuries of hatred have that cannot hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all that their minds.
And eye for another eye, til everyone is blind.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now I don't know where the moral is, or how song should end.
But I wonder just how many 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.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the of the people ran together.