Chorus 
So go to sleep my weary Provo let the time go drifting by 
Cant you hear the bullets humming thats a Provos lullaby 

Well I know your clothes are worn and tattered 
And your hair its turning slightly grey 
Some day youll die and go to heaven 
Youll find peace again some day 

Chorus 

Well I know the peelers give you trouble 
Sure they cause trouble everywhere 
Some day youll die and go to heaven 
They'll be no black bastards (RUC) over there 

Chorus