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