[Chorus]
Go to sleep my weary Provo,
And let the time go drifting by,
Oh, can't you hear those bullets hum,
Well that's a Provo's lullaby.

[Verse]
Well I know, your clothes are worn and ragged,
And your hair it is turning grey, (IRA!)
One day you'll die and you'll go to heaven,
And you'll find peace again some day.

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

[Verse]
Well I know, the peelers they give me trouble,
Well they cause trouble everywhеre,
One day you will die and go to hеaven,
And they'll be no orange bastards there.

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

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

[Chorus]
So go to sleep my weary Provo,
And let the time go drifting by,
Oh, can't you hear our Paddy drumming,
Well, that's a Provo's lullaby.

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