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 My song for  this evening
 It's not to  you sad
 Nor  adding to the sorrows
 Of our troubled northern 
 But lately I've been 
 And it  wont leave my mind
  tell you of two friends one time
 Who  both good friends of mine
 
 Isaac Scott from  he lived just across the field,
 A great man for the music and the  and the reels.
 O' Malley came from South Armagh to court  alice fair,
 And we'd often meet on the ryan road,  laughter filled the air
 
 Isaac he was 
 And  was Catholic born
 But  never made a difference
 For  friendship it was strong
 And sometimes in  evening
 When we heard the sound of 
 We said it wont  us
 We will always be  one
 
 
 For the ground our fathers ploughed  the soil it is the same,
 And the places where  say our prayers have just got different names,
 We talked about the friends who died  we hoped there'd be no more,
  little then we realised the tragedy in store.
 
 There  roses, roses
 There were roses
 And the tears of  people ran together
 It was  a Sunday morning
  the awful news came round
 Another killing  been done
 Just outside Newry 
 We knew that Isaac danced  there
 We knew he  the band
 But when we heard that he was 
 We just  not understand
 
 We gathered  the graveside on a cold and rainy day,
 The minister he closed his eyes and for  revenge he prayed
 And those  us who knew him from along the ryan road,
 bowed  heads and said a prayer for the rescue of his soul
 There were roses.....
 Đã  những bông hồng
 
 now fear it filled the 
 There was fear in  home
 When late at  a car came
 Prowling round  Ryan Road
 A Catholic would be killed 
 To even up  score
 Oh Christ, it's young 
 They have taken from  door
 
 issac was my friend  cried
 he begged them with his 
 buh  of hatred
 have ears that  not hear
 an eye  an eye
 it  all that filled thier minds
 but another  for another eye
 till  is blind
 
 There were roses...
  từng có hoa hồng...
 
 So  song for you this evening its not to make you sad,
 not for adding  the sorrows of this troubled northern land,
 but lately i've been thinking and  just won't leave my mind
 I'll tell you of two friends one time who were both  friends of mine
 
 Now I don't know  the moral is
 Or where this song should 
 But I wonder just how many 
  fought between good friends
 And those  give the orders
 Are not the  to die
 It's Scott  young MacDonald
 And the  of you and I
 
  were roses, roses
 There were roses
 And the tears of  people ran together