[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, your clothes are torn and they're tattered,
And your hair it is turning grey, (Up the IRA!)
One day you'll die and go to heaven,
And you'll find peace again some day.

[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, the Peelers give you trouble,
Well they cause trouble everywhеre,
One day you'll die and go to hеaven,
And you'll find no loyalist fuckers 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.

[Outro]
Oh, can't you hear those bullets hum,
Well that's a Provo's lullaby,
Yes that's a Provo's lullaby.