| A song for you this evening, and it’s not to make you sad
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| Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land
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| But lately I’ve been thinking, and it just won’t leave my mind
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| I’ll tell you now of two good friends. |
| They were both good friends of
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| Mine
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| Isaac Scott from Derry, he lived just across the fields
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| A great man for the music and the dancing and the reels
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| MacDonald came from South Armagh to court young Agnes fair
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| It was then we’d meet on Ryan Road, and laughter filled the air
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| Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
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| But it never made a difference, for their friendship it was strong
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| And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
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| We said «War won’t divide us, we will always be as one
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| For the land our fathers plow in, the soil it is the same
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| And the places where we say our prayers have just got different
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| Names.»
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| We talked about our friends who’d died, we hoped there’d be no more
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| It was little then we realized the tragedy in store
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| There were roses, roses, there were roses
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| And the tears of the people ran together
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| It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came around
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| There’d been another killing outside of Caplan town
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| We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
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| We heard that he was dead, and we just could not understand
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| We gathered at his graveside on a cold and rainy day
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| The minister just closed his eyes, and for no revenge he prayed
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| And those of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
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| Just bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul
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| There were roses, roses, there were roses
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| And the tears of the people ran together
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| Now fear it filled the countryside, and fear filled every home
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| And late one night, a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
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| A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
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| Oh Christ, it’s young MacDonald that they’ve taken from the door
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| «Isaac was my friend!» |
| he cried, he begged them with his fear
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| But centuries of hatred have ears that cannot hear
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| «An eye for an eye» was all that filled their minds
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| And another eye for another eye, til everyone is blind
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| There were roses, roses, there were roses
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| And the tears of the people ran together
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| Now I don’t know where the moral is, or how this song should end
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| But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
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| And the men who give the orders, well, they’re not the ones who die
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| It’s Scott and MacDonald and the likes of you and I
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| There were roses, roses, there were roses
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| And the tears of the people ran together |