[Chorus]
So go to sleep my weary Provo,
Just let, ah, the time go drifting by,
Oh, can't ye hear those bullets humming,
Well, that's a Provo's lullaby.

[Verse]
Well they say, "Your clothes are torn and ragged,
And your hair it is turning grey",
One day you'll die and you'll go to heaven,
And you'll find peace up there some day.

[Chorus]
So go to sleep my weary Provo,
And just let, ah, the time go drifting by,
Oh, can't ye hear those bullets humming,
Well, that's a Provo's lullaby.

[Verse]
Well I know, the Peelers gave you trouble,
But they cause trouble everywhеre,
One day you'll die and go to hеaven,
And they'll be no loyalist bastards there.

[Chorus]
So go to sleep my weary Provo,
Just let the time go drifting by,
Oh, can't ye hear those bullets humming,
Well, that's a Provo's lullaby.

[Outro]
Oh, can't ye hear those bullets humming,
Well, that's a Provo's lullaby.