THE WEDDING OF MR HUGHES There's going to be a celebration, in our old home town today, For Mr Hughes and his wee girl are getting married there they say, All the folks will come along, to see them married rain or fine, They'll even take the washing off the churchyard washing line. There'll be polished shoes and starchy shirts and stocking covered thighs, Lovely frocks and coloured socks and fancy looking ties, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Hughes. There's bound to be some aggravation, From some little irksome young relation, A fellow there or two, with differing points of view, There's nothing you can do, nothing you can do, And you can guarantee some flack, For the gals, they won't hold back, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr Hughes. The church was silent and hushed, The marriage vows were rushed, Harsh words were passed and some were said, She took him home and broke a silly plate upon his silly head, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr Hughes.