[Verse]
In a bar room near the border,
Down a staircase dark and dim,
Gathered soldiers from the front line,
There to rest and settle in.

They had travelled over the mountains,
Through the mashes and the mud,
Growing weary from their battle,
Stretching days without their grub.

[Chorus]
Men of gallant defiance bearing,
Witness to their deaths,
Men of vengeful resistance,
Wearing rifles full of lead.

How to use them no man questioned,
For the Provos are unique,
But amongst them an informer,
He slipped unnoticed to the street.

[Verse]
To the barracks full of soldiers,
Fast he ran without delay,
Where he told them of his comrades,
They were helpless there to slay.

Thirty pieces was his making,
As that Judas broke his oath,
And what happened shortly after,
It etched a mark upon his soul.

[Chorus]
Men of gallant defiance bearing,
Witness to their deaths,
Men of vengeful resistance,
Wearing rifles full of lead.

How to use them no man questioned,
For the Provos are unique,
But amongst them an informer,
He slipped unnoticed to the street.

[Verse]
Well, the Brits they stalked our hideout,
All of fifteen hundred guns,
And on a hillside way above them,
There lay a squad of Ireland's sons.

Have no mercy was the order
As we slaughtered Satan's men,
And we chased the few remainder,
To the bottom of the glen.

[Chorus]
Men of gallant defiance bearing,
Witness to their deaths,
Men of vengeful resistance,
Wearing rifles full of lead.

How to use them no man questioned,
For the Provos are unique,
But amongst them an informer,
He slipped unnoticed to the street.

[Verse]
Now Gilmour he was drinking,
Was having laughs with all the girls,
He was promising them jewellery,
As grand as all the earls.

And lying drunk across the table,
They stole the silver from his coat,
And knowing Gilmour sold his comrades,
They upped a knife and slit his throat.

[Chorus]
Men of gallant defiance bearing,
Witness to their deaths,
Men of vengeful resistance,
Wearing rifles full of lead.

How to use them no man questioned,
For the Provos are unique,
And that night a dead informer,
He slipped unnoticed to the street.