Up The Provos

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste [Intro] D [Verse 1] D G D He grew up on a farm in a troubled Irish land Em G A Under foreign rule and the British Crown’s command D G D His father fought for Ireland fifty years before Em G A But the Free State cut their losses and the English took it all G D And when internment without trial was the order of the day Em G When his brother was arrested and his friends blown away A G D When he was beaten near to death he decided come what may Em G A He’d throw his lot in with the Provos and he joined the IRA [Chorus] G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D A D Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes [Verse 2] D G D In the Occupied Six Counties perhaps it never will be known Em G A All the foreign soldiers in Armagh and Tyrone D G D Who decided to head back across the Irish Sea Em G A So they wouldn’t have to meet the man from south of Derry G D He never wavered in his battle for Irish liberty Em G A The Crown would soon regret the day they made him enemy G D The Brits called it bandit country & it filled em all with fright Em G A In the border lands, he who walked the hills at night [Chorus] G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D A D Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes [Verse 3] D G D Once he was surrounded by the SAS Em G A How he might escape was anybody’s guess D G D In his boots and camouflage he didn’t miss a beat Em G A He walked right past the soldiers and out into the street G D Once he came upon a checkpoint, the soldier didn’t wanna die Em G A He recognized our Francis and the soldier waved him by G D He didn’t want to find out if he could take what he could give Em G A He knew there’d be a shootout and the soldier chose to live [Chorus] G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D A D Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes [Verse 4] D G He was the North’s most wanted man with his photo D everywhere Em G A But he eluded capture with his wit and dyed blond hair D G D For six years he was active, three times as long as most Em G A He became a legend, north to south and coast to coast G D He came upon two soldiers out one night on patrol Em G A They shot him in the firefight and the bullets took their toll G D He crawled off into the bushes but they found him the next day Em G A Put him on a stretcher and they carried him away [Chorus] G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D A D Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes [Verse 5] D G D They beat him and they tortured him and they gave him eighty years Em G A When they brought him to the H-Blocks he was greeted there with cheers D G D He went right onto the blanket and when the hunger strike began Em G A He was the first to volunteer along with Bobby Sands G D He was an Irish soldier and that’s how he did his time Em G A He knew he was no criminal when occupation was the crime G D Bobby Sands had passed beyond us, where Francis soon would be Em G A And although he couldn’t stand and he could barely see [Chorus outro] G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D “Up the Provos,” that’s what he said A Bm Three little words that filled the British Crown with dread G Em D Bm With a rifle on his shoulder, a timer and a fuse G D A Bm Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes G D A D Long may we remember Commandante Francis Hughes