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