Hash Song Book


Hash Blessings & Hymnals
Trail Blessing:
"Repeat after me"
Bless these hares,
Bless this trail,
Coppus no catch us,
Farmer no shoot us,
Doggus no bite us,
Buggus no sting us
Brambles no jag us
Heatus no stroke us,
Rainus no wet us,
Checkus true us,
Beerus no coldus,
Coitus non interruptus.

Beer Blessing:
"Repeat after me"
Our lager,
 Which art in barrels,
 Hallowed be thy drink.
 Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
 At home, as it is in the pub. Give us this day our foamy head,
 And forgive us our spillage's,
 As we forgive those who spill against us.
 And lead us not to incarceration,
 But deliver us from hangovers.
 For thine is the beer, the bitter and the lager.
 Forever and ever.
Barmen

Swing Low Sweet Chariot
 Swing low, sweet chariot, ho 
Coming for to carry me home, 
Swing low, sweet chariot, ho 
Coming for to carry me home. 
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see, ho 
Coming for to carry me home. 
A band of angels, coming after me, 
Coming for to carry me home. 
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends, I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.

Actions:  These two verses to the song are done with actions. 

The Wild Hasher:
I've been a wild hasher for many a year.
I've spent all my money on T-shirts and beer.
And now I'm returning with holes in my shoes,
But I never will run on a hash without booze.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.

I crossed bamboo bridges and swam through the streams,
Crushed frogs, snakes and spiders and things quite obscene.
Through bramble and shiggie, been lost north and south.
I tripped in my haste and fell flat on my mouth.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.

I slipped and I slithered, recovered my feet.
I counted my molars, and came back on at speed.
Got lost at a check, rushed forwards and back.
Prayed for some flour and found the right track.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.

I ran through a grave yard and greeted a crowd.
"Another dead end, where is the way out?"
They pointed me on, but it was a false trail.
I cursed the damned hare and longed for my ale.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.

At last near the on-on, I smelled the cold beer.
Fell into my car, and changed my wet gear.
I searched for my wallet, but I'd left it at home.
No money, no beer, stayed sober alone.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.


I was called into the circle I used to frequent,
And told the Hash Master my money was spent.
I asked him for credit. He answered me, "Yes,
Such custom as yours fits well with the hash."

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.

Cheers to the circle, and to Hash beer.
Even though later, I know I'll feel queer.
I poured down my down-down for cutting too short,
But I still love my hashing, for leisure and sport.

And it's no, nay, never, No, nay never no more
Will I follow hash four, No never, no more.
 
Pissanya:
Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya,
In Russian it means “I love you,”
If I had my way I’d pissanya all day,
Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya.

Shittanya, Shittanya, Shittanya,
In Russian it means “I adore you,”
If I had my way I’d shittanya all day,
Shittanya, shittanya, shittanya.

Cummanya, Cummanya, Cummanya,
In Russian it means “I need you,”
If I had my way, I’d Cummanya all day,
Cummanya, Cummanya, Cummanya.

Give It a Blow
Tune: Let it Snow
Well, the weather outside is frightful,
But his dick is so delightful.
If you really want to see it grow,
Give it a blow, give it a blow, give it a blow.

Down Down Songs
True Blue:
Here's to (them),
They're true blue,
They are Hashers through and through,
They are arseholes 
So they say,
Tried to go to heaven,
But they went the other way,
Drink it down, down, down 
 
He's the Meanest:
He's the Meanest
He sucks the horse's penis
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.
Ever since he found it
All he does is pound it
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.
So drink so drink it down, down

Why was he born so beautiful:
 Why was he born so beautiful?
 Why was he born at all?
 He's no fuckin' use to anyone,
 He's no fuckin' use at all. 
They say he's a joy to his mother,
 But he's a pain in the asshole to me,
 So, drink it down, down, down, down
 Down, down, down, down 

Why are we waiting:
Why are we waiting? 
We could be masturbating. 
Oh, why are we waiting? 
Oh why, why, why? 
He ought to be thoroughly pissed on, 
He ought to be publicly shot, 
He ought to be tied to a urinal, 
And left there to fester and rot.
So, drink it down, down, down, down

Meet the hashers, (Sung to the Flintstones tune)
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of (where you are),
They're the leaders in debauchery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them as they down a lot of beers,
Down down, down down down down 

Birthday Song:
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hasshhy birrrthday, fuckk youuu,
Hashy birthday, fuck you. 
So, drink it down, down, down, down

Soldier Song:
Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, country I will fight,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
A soldier I will be.
Drink it down, down, down . . . 

Pull Back:
My brother lies over the ocean, 
My sister lies over the sea. 
My father lies over my mother, 
And that's how they got little me. 
My one skin lies over my two skin, 
My two skin lies over my three. 
My three skin lies over my four skin, 
So pull back my foreskin for me. 
Pull back, pull back, 
Oh, pull back my foreskin for me, for me. 
Pull back, Pull back, 
Oh, pull back my foreskin for me.
Drink it down, down, down . . . 

Mrs Murphy:
Have you seen his cock Mrs Murphy
It only weighs a quarter of a pound
It's got hair on its neck like a turkey (gobble, gobble!)
And it spits when you shake it up and down
Drink it down, down, down . . . 

Hashing song:
This is your Hashing song,
 It isn't very long . . .
 Drink it down, down, down... 

They Ought to be Publicly Pissed On:
They ought to be publicly pissed upon,
They ought to be publicly shot,
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot,
Drink it down, down, down . . . 

Ten Toes:
There's to the game called 'Ten Toes'
That's played all over town.
The women play with ten toes up.
And the men with ten toes down, down, down. 

How Wood: 
Would you like a finger in your ear? 
Would you like a finger in your rear? 
Would you like a finger in your beer?              No sir!
No fucking way sir! 
No fucking way sir!    
Drink it down, down, down, down...

My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean:
Her left tit hangs down to her belly,
Her right tit hangs down to her knee.
If her left tit did equal her right tit,
She'd get lots of weenie from me.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Dough, Ray, Me
Dough, the stuff that buys me beer 
Ray, the guy who serves me beer 
Me, the guy who drinks the beer 
Far, a long long way for beer 
So, I'll have another beer 
La, la la la la la beer 
Tea, no thanks I'm drinking beer 
Which brings us back to 
Down, down, down down

Mlah 
Put you right leg over my shoulder 
Put your left leg over my shoulder 
Mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, mlah, 
Mlah, mlah, mlah, mlha, mlah, mlah, mlah, 
Drink it down, down, down, down...


Hares Down down Songs
Hares on her DICKY-DIDO:
Short version
And the hairs on her dicky-di-do hang down to her knees
Chorus:
And the hairs, and the hairs,
And the hairs on her dicky-di-do hang down to her knees.
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And the hairs on her dicky-di-do hang down to her knees.
So drink so drink it down, down

Shitty Trail:
RA: What did ya think of the trail?
Hounds: Shitty!
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Shitty trail (It sucked)
Shitty trail (really fucked)
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail (shitty trail)
I would rather drink a beer than hash your shitty trail,
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Drink it down, down, down 


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