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So go to sleep my weary Provo

Let the time go drifting by

Can`t you hear those bullets humming

That`s the Provos lullaby.

 

Well I know your clothes are worn and tattered

And your hair is turning slightly grey

Someday you`ll die and go to heaven

And you`ll find peace again some day.

 

Well I know those peelers gave you trouble

They cause trouble everywhere

Someday you`ll die and go to heaven

There`ll be no black bastards over there.