HUGHES' BAKERY VAN

I remember the time, not too long in the past,
When it was easier to get a gun than a drink in Belfast.
When the "B" specials came and the people all ran,
Sure my life it was saved by an old bakery van.

It was Hughes', Barney Hughes'.
God rest Barney Hughes and his old bakery van.

The day it was passin' down by Dover Street,
When the victory of Bogside was turned bittersweet.
They came from the Shankhill and fired as they ran,
But the bullets just bounced off me old bakery van.

It was Hughes', Barney Hughes'.
God rest Barney Hughes and his old bakery van.

Our armoured division was led by McKee,
In charge of an old bakery van and an old JPV,
But if Rommel had seen him, he'd have gave him a smile,
Firing baps by the dozen, cement by the pile.

They were Hughes', Barney Hughes'.
God rest Barney Hughes and his old bakery van.

Then mounted machine guns on turret cars came,
Bullets three inches long whistled down like the rain,
And the old bakery van that was pierced front & back
But the baps and the van they repelled the attack.

They were Hughes', Barney Hughes'.
God rest Barney Hughes and his old bakery van.

You'll hear variations and most of them lies,
But the boys on the Falls Road were took by surprise,
So we fired Hughes' baps and we fired Hughes' rolls
And we buried them specials all down the manholes.

Come all of you women; take warnin' from me.
Don't go buying your pan loaf or hover so free,
But stand on the corner and wait on the man.
He'll be round, sure as God, in an old bakery van.

And it'll be Hughes', Barney Hughes'.
God rest Barney Hughes and his old bakery van.