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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
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