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Fmy song for you this evening It's Fnot to mGake you Fsad nor for adding to the sGorrows of this tFroubled northern Fland
but lately I been thinking
and it jFust won't lGeave my Fmind to tell you of two Gfriends one time who were bFoth good friends of Fmine
alan bell from benagh
he lived jFust acrosGs the fiFelds a great man for the Gmusic and the dFancing and the reels Fo'malley came from south armagh to cFourt young aGlice fFair and we'd often meet on the rGyan road and lFaughter filled the air
there were FrosFes, FroFses, there were FroFses and the tears of theG people ranF together F
alan he was protestant and sean was catholic born it never made a difference for the friendship it was strong and sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of the drums we said it won't divide us we will always be the ones for the ground our fathers ploughed in well the soil is just the same and the places where we say our prayers have just got different names we talked about the friends who died and hoped there'd be no more it was little then that we realised the tragedy in store there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together it was on the sunday morning when the awful news came round another killing has been done just outside newry town we knew that alan danced up there we knew he liked the band when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand we gathered at the graveside on that cold and rainy day and the minister he closed his eyes and he prayed for no revenge and all the ones who knew him from along the ryan road bowed their heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together well fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home when the car of death came prowling round the lonely ryan road a catholic will be killed tonight to even up the score o christ it's young o'malley that they've taken from the door "alan was my friend" he cried he begged them with his fear but centuries of hatred have ears that cannot hear an eye for an eye was all that filled their minds and another eye for another eye till everyone is blind there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together so my song for you this evening it's not to make you sad nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land but lately I been thinking and it just won't leave my mind to tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end but I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends and those that give the orders are not the ones to die it's bell and o'malley and the likes of you and i
there were FrosFes, FroFses, there were FroFses and the tears of the Gpeople ran Ftogether F
there were FrosFes, FroFses, there were FroFses