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