There Were Roses Chords

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Dmy song for you this evening

 It's Gnot to mAake you Dsad

 nor for adding to the sAorrows

 of this tGroubled northern land

Dbut lately I been thinking

 and it jGust won't leAave my mDind

 to tell you of two Afriends one time

 who were bGoth good friends of mine

Dalan bell from benagh

 he lived jGust acrosAs the fiDelds

 a great man for the Amusic

 and the dGancing and the reels

Do'malley came from south armagh

 to cGourt young aAlice fDair

 and we'd often meet on the rAyan road

 and lGaughter filled the air

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses

 and the Dtears of the Apeople ran Gtogether D

Dalan he was protestant

 and sGean was cAatholic Dborn

 it never made a Adifference

 for the Gfriendship it was strong

Dand sometimes in the evening

 when we heGard the sAound of the dDrums

 we said it won't Adivide us

 we will aGlways be the ones

Dfor the ground our fathers ploughed in

 well the Gsoil is jAust the Dsame

 and the places where we Asay our prayers

 have jGust got different names

Dwe talked about the friends who died

 and hGoped there'd Abe no Dmore

 it was little then that we Arealised

 the tGragedy in store

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses

 and the Dtears of the Apeople ran Gtogether D

Dit was on the sunday morning

 when the Gawful nAews came Dround

 another killing Ahas been done

 just Goutside newry town

Dwe knew that alan danced up there

 we kGnew he lAiked the bDand

 when we heard that Ahe was dead

 we just cGould not understand

Dwe gathered at the graveside

 on that cGold and Arainy Dday

 and the minister he cAlosed his eyes

 and he pGrayed for no revenge

Dand all the ones who knew him

 from aGlong the Aryan Droad

bowed their heads

 and Asaid a prayer

 for the Gresting of his soul

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses

 and the Dtears of the Apeople ran Gtogether D

Dwell fear it filled the countryside

 there was Gfear in Aevery Dhome

 when the car of death came Aprowling

 round the lGonely ryan road

Da catholic will be killed tonight

 to Geven Aup the Dscore

 o christ it's young Ao'malley

 that they've Gtaken from the door

D"alan was my friend" he cried

 he Gbegged them Awith his Dfear

 but centuries of Ahatred

 have Gears that cannot hear

Dan eye for an eye

 was aGll that fAilled their Dminds

 and another eye for aAnother eye

 till eGveryone is blind

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses

 and the Dtears of the Apeople ran Gtogether D

Dso my song for you this evening

 it's Gnot to Amake you Dsad

 nor for adding to the Asorrows

 of this Gtroubled northern land

Dbut lately I been thinking

 and it Gjust won't Aleave my Dmind

 to tell you of two Afriends one time

 who were Gboth good friends of mine

DI don't know where the moral is

 or Gwhere this Asong should Dend

 but I wonder just how Amany wars

 are Gfought between good friends

Dand those that give the orders

 are Gnot the Aones to Ddie

 it's bell and Ao'malley

 and the lGikes of you and i

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses

 and the Dtears of the Apeople ran Gtogether D

 there were GrosDes, GroDses, there were GroDses