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Common Hash Songs:
From the Global Trash Hash Bible, by Stray Dog

HERE'S TO ________ (BASIC DOWN-DOWN SONG)
Melody - Itself
Here's to ,(name)
He's true blue,
He's a Hasher,
Through and through,
He's a pisspot,
So they say,
Tried to go to heaven, (he'll never get to heaven)
But he went the other way, (in a long, long way)
So drink it down, down, down . . .

HE'S THE MEANEST
Melody - Itself

He's the meanest,
He sucks the horse's penis,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.

All he does is pound it,
Ever since he found it,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.

So drink it down, down, down . . .

HIS ONE-SKIN
Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three,
His three skin hangs down to his foreskin,
His foreskin hangs down to his knee.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

INTERNATIONAL HASH HYMN
Melody - Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Note: gestures accompany words

I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home,
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

CHORUS:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

The HASH PRAYER: OUR LAGER

Our Lager
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
I will be drunk,
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not into incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the Beer, The Bitter, and the Lager,
Barmen.

THE HASH HOUSE HARRIERS
(tune of Addams family)
Their drinking is compulsive
Their running is convulsive
They're morally repulsive
The Hash House Harriers
Their flatulence is rude and
Their genitals protrude when
They're running in the nude oh
Those Hash House Harriers
They're always shiggy tracking
From constantly bushwhacking
Intelligence they're lacking
The Hash House Harriers!

MEET THE HASHERS (flinstone tune)


Hashers, meet the hashers
They're the biggest drunks in history
From Sarajevo
They're the leaders in debauchery
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years
Watch them, as they down a lot of beer
Down-down, down-down down-down
Down down down down down down down down
Down down down down down
Down down down down down

RUBBER DICKIE


Rubber dickie, you're the one
You make bedtime so much fun
Rubber dickie I'm awfully fond of you
Rubber dickie, toy of toys
When you're in me I make noise
Rubber dickie you're my very best friend, it's true...

F*CK A DUCK


F*ck a duck, a female duck
Screw a baby kangaroo
Finger-bang an orangutan
Let an elephant do you
Feel the penis of an eel
Whack the asshole of a yak
Masturbate with a gnu, which will bring us back to f*ck, f*ck...

BITCH, A DOG


Bitch, a dog, a female dog
Itch, a place for you to scratch
Hitch, I pull my knickers up
Grab, another word for snatch
Bath, a place for making gin
Sex, another word for sin
Prick, a needle going in
And that will bring us back to bitch, bitch...

DOES A HASHER?
(Melody - Do Your Balls Hang Low?)

Does a hasher like to walk,
Does a hasher like to run,
Does a hasher like to be where they're having all the fun?
Can he drink a 12-ounce beer,
While his friends all sing and cheer,
Now your time has come.
So drink it down, down, down . . .

THE BEER SONG

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 to the beer
So, Išll have another beer
La, I think I'll have a beer
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer
Which will bring us back to
Down, down, down down

WHIP IT OUT AT THE BALLGAME


Whip it out at the ballgame
Wave it round at the crowd
Dip it in peanuts and crackerjacks
I don't care if you give it a whack
'Cos it's beat your meat at the ballgame
If you don't come it's a shame
For it's one, two, you're covered in goo

THEY OUGHT TO BE PUBLICLY PISSED ON
Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

They ought to be publicly pissed on,
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 . .

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 bloody use at all.

So drink it down, down, down . . .