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There Were Roses v1 Tommy Sands
My [D]song for you this evenin, it's [G]not to [A]make you [D]sad
Or [Bm]for adding to the [A]sorrows of our [G]troubled northern land
[D]Lately I've been thinkin and it [G]just won't [A]leave my [D]mind
And I [Bm]tell you of two [A]friends one time, they're [G]both good friends of [D]mine
[D]Alan Bell from Banagh, he lived ju[G]st ac[A]ross the fi[D]elds
And he's a [Bm]great man for the [A]music and the [G]dancing and the reels
O'[D]Malley came from South Armagh to [G]court young [A]Alice [D]fair
And we'd [Bm]often meet on the [A]Ryan Road and [G]laughter filled the [D]air
CH: G D G D
There were roses, roses
There were [G]ro[D]ses
And the [Bm]tears of the [A]people ran [G]together [D] [A] [G]
Now [D]Alan he was Protestant, And S[G]ean was C[A]atholic b[D]orn
But it [Bm]never made a [A]difference for the [G]friendship it was strong
And [D]sometimes in the evenings when we [G]heard the [A]sound of [D]drums
We [Bm]said it won't di[A]vide us, for we'll [G]always be the [D]one
[D]For the ground our fathers plowed in, the [G]soil it [A]is the [D]same
And the [Bm]places where we [A]say our prayers they [G]just got different names
We [D]talked about the friends who'd died, we [G]hoped there'd [A]be no [D]more
But it's [Bm]little then we [A]realized the [G]tragedy in [D]store
CH:
Well it was [D]on a Sunday morning when the [G]awful [A]news came [D]round
An[Bm]other killing h[A]ad been done just o[G]utside Newry town
We [D]knew that Alan danced up there, we k[G]new he l[A]iked the b[D]ands
But [Bm]when we heard that [A]he was dead we just [G]could not under[D]stand
[D]Gathered at the graveside on one [G]cold and [A]rainy [D]day
The [Bm]minister, he [A]closed his eyes and for [G]no revenge he prayed
And [D]those of us who knew him from [G]along the [A]Ryan [D]Road
We [Bm]bowed our heads and [A]said a prayer for the [G]resting of his [D]soul
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Now [D]fear it filled the countryside, there was [G]fear in [A]every [D]home
And [Bm]late at night a [A]car came prowling [G]round the Ryan Road
[D]A Catholic would be killed tonight to [G]even [A]up the [D]score
oh Chri[Bm]st, it's young O'M[A]alley that they've t[G]aken from the d[D]oor
[D]"But Alan was my friend," he cried, and he b[G]egged them w[A]ith his t[D]ears
But the [Bm]centuries of [A]hatred have [G]ears that cannot hear
An [D]eye for an eye, it was [G]all that [A]filled their [D]minds
And a[Bm]nother eye for a[A]nother eye til [G]everyone is [D]blind
CH:
Well my [D]song for you this evenin it's [G]not to [A]make you [D]sad
Or for [Bm]adding to the [A]sorrows of our [G]troubled northern land
But [D]lately I've been thinkin and it [G]just won't [A]leave my [D]mind
And I'll [Bm]tell you of two [A]friends one time, they were [G]both good friends of [D]
mine
[D]Now I don't know where the moral is or [G]where this [A]song should [D]end
But I [Bm]wonder just how [A]many wars are [G]fought between good friends
And [D]those who give the orders, they are [G]not the [A]ones to [D]die
But it's[Bm] Bell, and O'[A]Malley, and the [G]likes of you and [D]I
CH: + there were [G]ros[D]es, [G]ro[D]ses there were [G]ro[D]ses.
yet so sad and yet so nice...
capo2nd
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