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