............................Hash Songs..................................

The Hashers Prayer

My one skin hangs down...

Down Down Song

Give me that good old vino

Why are we waiting

Number 69

Why was he born so beautiful

Pretty Hashette

The Hash Hymn (Swing Low)

Fairwell Song

Irian Jaya

Hash Way

Monday is a Wanking Day

The Virgin Hasher

Down Down    

Here's to ............. he's true blue,
he's a bastard through and through,
he's a pisspot so they say,
tried to go to heaven but he went the other way,
drink it down down down
(until beer is finished)

Why are we waiting ,why are we waiting, oh why are we waiting oh why why why (two three four)

Why are we waiting?   
(To: Oh, Come All Ye Faithful)

 (Good for slow drinkers at the Down Down, hurrying up barmaids
or slow beermasters and mismanagement.)

Why are we waiting,
Could be masturbating,

MONDAY IS A WANKING DAY  

Leader: Today is Monday!
All: Today is Monday!
Leader: Monday is a wanking day!  (wanking motion)
All: Monday is a wanking day!  (wanking motion)

CHORUS:
Leader: Are we gonna have a good time?
All: You bet your ass we are!
All: (raise cups over heads and make one complete turn
while humming) Da da dut da da, da da dut da da

Leader: Today is Tuesday!
All: Today is Tuesday!
Leader: Tuesday is a finger day!   (fingering motion)
All: Tuesday is a finger day!   (fingering motion)
Leader: Monday is a wanking day!  (wanking motion)
All: Monday is a wanking day!  (wanking motion)

Chorus

(now that you've got the idea, here are the rest of
the days)

Wednesday is a hmmmm day!  (stick tongue between 2nd &
3rd fingers)
Thursday is a drinking day!  (raise glass in salute)
Friday is a fucking day!  (humping motions, cheering,
happiness)
Saturday is a fisting day! (make a fist and move you
arms up and down)
Sunday is a hashing day  (running motions, cheering,
happiness)

(modify as needed for local hashing day, etc . . .)

 (Good for slow drinkers at the Down Down, hurrying up barmaids
or slow beermasters and mismanagement.)

Why are we waiting,
Could be masturbating,
Oh, why are we wa-ai-ting,
So fuck-ing long.
Why are we wait-ing,
Could be fornicating,
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing?
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing?
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing,
So fucking long!
(repeat as needed)

(Cleaner version for public singing.)
Why are we wait-ing,
Why-y are we waiting,
Oh, why are we wa-ai-ting
Oh why, why, why?
Why are we wait-ing,
Why-y are we wa-ai-ting?
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing?
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing?
Oh, why-y are we wait-ing,
Oh, why, why, why?
(repeat as needed) 

Why Was He (She) Born So Beautiful?  
(Done as a tribute to hasher)

 Usually after a down down song, but sometimes as the down down song.

Why was he (she) born so beautiful,
Why was he (she) born at all.
He's (she's) no fucking use to anyone,
He's (she's) no fucking use at all.
He (she) might be a joy to his (her) mother,
But he's (she's) a pain in the asshole to me!
(Sometimes mooning the recipient)
(If used as a down down song:)
Drinking down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down.
(Continue until down down is finished,
or go into "Why are you waiting".)

(Alternate verse for harriette)
Why was she born so beautiful?
Why was she born a bitch?
She's no bloody use to anyone,
She's only got one tit.

Swing Low

(Same tune as the lyrics. Sing with gestures, as actions speak much louder than words. Standard hash benediction closing down-downs.

Songmaster says, 'Respect for the Hash Hymn'

Chorus:
Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin' four two carry me home...
Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin' four two carry me home.
I looked over Jordon,
And what did I see-ee,
Cumin' four two carry me home...
A band of An-gels,
Cumin' after me-ee,
Cumin' four two carry me home...

(Songmaster says, '2nd verse')
If you get there be-four I doo,
Cumin' four two carry me home...
Tell all my friends I'm cumin' twoo,
Cumin' four two carry me home...

(Songmaster says, '3rd verse')
I'm sometimes up, I'm some-times down,
Cumin' four two carry me home...
But still my sole feels heav-en-ly bound,
Cumin' four two carry me home...

Options:

Songmaster says, 'Harlots', then women do chorus in high pitched voices, screaming in high pitched, exagerated climax at the each pause.

Songmaster says, 'Real Men', then men do chorus in low, deep voices, exagerating the size of their penis in the 'cumin' gesture by hold both hands apart in sweeping, two-handed masturbating gesture and swinging hands low to the ground with 'swing low'

Songmaster says, 'Ray Charles', then pack closes eyes and sings chorus with gestures, moving head from side to side with the beat.

Songmaster says, 'Humming', then pack hums chorus with gestures.

Songmaster says, 'Silently', then pack does chorus silently with gestures only, following the lead of the songmaster. Songmasters who screw up the gestures significantly are traditionally awarded a down down after the song.

Songmaster says, 'Helen Keller', then pack closes eyes and does chorus with gestures only, saying "Wa Wa" whenever Jordon comes up.

Songmaster says, 'Fast Finish', then pack sings loud and fast with gestures)
Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin' four two carry me home...
Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin' four two carry me home.
(Slowly)
Cumin' four two carry me home.

Hash Hymn Gesture Dictionary

All - Make wide sweeping gesture with hands outward.
Angels - Flap hands to side as though flying.
Band - Hold hands in front of you, cuffing the fingers and making a gesture as though playing the slide of a trombone.
Be-four - hold up four fingers.
Carry - Put hands together in front and briskly swing them back and forth as though cradling a baby.
Cumin' - Cuff hand and make a masterbation gesture. (Some hashers mask the motion with slight of hand by first moving the other hand behind their head and patting it a split seond before the masterbating gesture, sometimes coughing at the same time).
Chariot - Shake both hands outward as though holding the reins and make horse whinnying noises.
Doo - Put hands on hips and squat as though taking a crap.
Down - Put index and thumb together near crotch as if holding a small penis then move the hand downward slightly and wiggle it briskly.
Four - Hold up four fingers.
Friends - Cuff fingers of left hand held outward in front, with thumb and index finger forming a circle. Rapidly insert and withdraw the index
finger of the right hand into the circle in a universal fornication gesture.
Home - Hold arms above your head, fingers extended and touching together forming a 'roof' over your head.
I - Point to your eye with your index finger
I'm - Point to your chest with your index finger
Heavenly Bound - With hand holding foot, swing it into the air.
Jordon - (River Jordon, traditional) Move hands outward, then right to left, wiggling fingers in a wave motion. (Michael Jordon, U.S.) Make a
basketball jump shot motion.
Looked - Shading eyes with hand and moving head back and forth as if searching.
Me or My - Point to your chest with your index finger.
Over - Sweep hand from 'Looked' position outward.
See - Point index finger from 'I' position outward.
Sole - Point to bottom of shoe.
Still - (as in distiller) Make drinking gesture with hand, moving head backward.
Sweet - Kiss 1st and 2nd finger and thumb together, throwing the kiss outward.
Swing Low - Intertwine fingers forming a cradle and with arms down, swing them back and forth.
Tell - Put back of hand to mouth, rapidly moving thumb with fingers as in speaking gesture.
There - Point back over your shoulder with your index finger.
Two - Hold up two fingers.
Up - Cuff fingers in front as holding a long penis then move the hand upward.
What - Hands out to side, palms up as in a question.
You - Point outward with index finger.

My One Skin Hangs Down to My Two Skin   

(To: "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean")

Harriers:
(Gesture as if holding a penis,
with the gesture getting lower each line)

My one skin hangs down to my two skin,
My two skin hangs down to my three,
My three skin hangs down to my foreskin,
My foreskin hangs down to my knee.

Chorus:
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back my foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back my foreskin for me.

My body lies over the ocean,
My body lies over the sea.
My father lies over my mother,
And that's how they created me.

Irian Jaya  
Tune: Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
had blow jobs from bancis and fucked things obscene
been cripled by herpes and things far more fire
but if you want a blow job go to Irian Jaya.

 CHORUS: Irian Jaya,
to be gobbled by natives is what I desire.
They practice on blowjobs in Irian Jaya.

 Been rogered up Rio and poked in Peru,
been massaged in Manila and then had a screw,
been fucked in Llanelli by Welsh male boy's choir,
but for the height of perversion go to Irian Jaya.

 Met a girl in the jungle with a bone through her nose,
cunt like a mantrap and strong I suppose,
bush like a yardbroom that's made out of wire,
so be careful of pussy in Irian Jaya.

Oh the skirt she was wearing was made out of grass,
it only just covered her sweet little ass,
I felt an erection getting higher and higher,
as I followed that lady from Irian Jaya.

She put down her basket, took hold of my tool,
pulled back the foreskin and started to drool,
curled her lips around it, and Sir I'm no liar,
they still have headhunters in Irian Jaya.

Give me that good old vino  
Tune: Frito Bandito

I like my gin - it helps me get in,
but give me that good old vino.
I like my vino,
it gives me a swing supremo.

 CHORUS:
Aye-yi-yi-yi
Si, si signora.
My sister Belinda she pissed out the window
and filled up my brand new sombrero.

 I like my brandy - it helps me feel randy,
but give me that good old vino ... (chorus)

  I like my stout - it helps me get out,
but give me that good old vino ... (chorus)

 I like my rum - it helps me to cum,
but give me that good old vino ... (chorus)

 I like my beer - it helps cure gonorrhea,
but give me that good old vino ... (chorus)

 I like my liquor - it makes me cum quicker,
but give me that good old vino ... (chorus)

Keywords: drink, wine, beer, booze, sex, disease.

Number 69  
Tune: Auld Lang Syne

Should Hashes of the world forget
who stand above the rest,
the bronzed, athletic fuck machines
from MH3 are the best.

 CHORUS:
Fuck off ya cunts, fuck off ya cunts
fuck off ya cunts you'll see,
we'll run and drink and then we'll sing
for the sake of MH3.

 The envy of the hashing world
we are magnets for the chicks,
the Harriette's just love to suck
On on, on on our dicks.

So now you've heard our fucking song
and why the fuck we're,
we are the men from MH3
On on, on on more beer.

"Pretty Hashette"  
(Melody: Pretty Woman from Roy Orbison)

Pretty Hashette, running down the street,
Pretty Hashette, the kind I like to meet,
Pretty Hashette, I don't believe you, you're not true,
No one could have tits like you!

Pretty Hashette, won't you pardon me,
Pretty Hashette, I couldn't help but see,
Pretty Hashette, you look horny, I can see,
Are you horny just like me?

Pretty Hashette, stop for a while,
Pretty Hashette, talk a while
Pretty Hashette, give your cunt to me,
Pretty Hashette, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty Hashette, say you'll cum,
Pretty Hashette, say you'll cum with me,

Cause I need you, I'll treat you right,
Come with me baby, climax tonight.

Pretty Hashette, don't run on by,
Pretty Hashette, don't make me cry,
Pretty Hashette, don't run away.

OK, if that's the way it must be,
OK, I guess I'll go home and masturbate,
There'll be tomorrow night, I'll wait.

What do I see?
Is she joggin' back to me?
Yes, she's jogging back to me, Oh, Oh
Pretty Hashette!

Farewell Song  
(To: Auld Lang Syne)

We bid farewell to ______,
To hash in other lands,
We bid farewell to ______,
To hash in other lands.
May all your hash trails end with beer,
May all your trails have beer,
We bid farewell to ______,
Now here is one more beer.
Drinking down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down.
(Continue or go to "Why Are We Waiting")

Hash Way    
(To: "My Way")

Hash now, the 'fest is near
And so we face the final ON-IN
My friends drink up your beer, lets get shit faced, my feet are hurtin
We've hashed a route that's full of hills and shit along the TRAIL-WAY
"No more, I need a beer, and I'll drink it "MY WAY".

 Hash Boys, there's been a few
Their state of mind we should no mention
They've shagged who they wanted to, some even used free contraception
They shammed each tart of course, said that they would write in a NICE GUY-WAY
Then forgot the girlies names by the next "FRIDAY".

And there's hash girls, I'm sure you knew
Who sucked off more than they could chew
But through it all their lips would pout
Most ate it up, few spit it out
"I'd fuck them all with just one ball, and do it "MY WAY".

 We've run, we've laughed and lied
We've had our fill, our share of boozing
And now with beers inside, it starts to get so confusing
Circle up comes the cry, RA will say, and not in a SHY-WAY
"It's time for the down-downs, and you'll drink them "MY WAY".

Oktoberfest Hash, what have we got?
Lots of pissed friends and beer (Quite a lot!)
We do the things we really feel
Some of us stand, most of us kneel
As Hash Flash will show, with her photos
We'll do it OUR WAY

Yes, we'll hash it OUR WAY

The Virgin Hasher  

(to the tune of Living next door to Alice)

RA called said I guess that you’ve heard
It’ time to run I hope you’re prepared, we’re going HASHING
Well I rolled off the condom and I looked outside
And I could hardly believe my eyes
As a big  group came over towards me wearing hashers disguise.

Oh I don’t know why we’re running or where the trail will go
I’ll blindly follow others through the rain and hail and snow
Cos for twenty four beers I will leave my life behind and go hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?
Four and twenty beers just waiting for a chance
To have a feel or two and maybe get inside your pants
Guess I gotta get used to a different way of life and go hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?

We ran round together through city and park
Made lots of noise, big kids having lark, me and the hashers
Then we stopped to drink beer, and sing out of tune
Like a bunch of wild animals barking at the full-moon
Then the hares shouted ON-ON, and slowly the running resumed.

Oh I don’t know why I’m racing, or what the hell they shout
I should have seen some flour but some bastards rubbed it out
But Oktoberfest is near so I better get On-On and go hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?
Oktoberfest beer is what its all about
Drink a mass or two and maybe get your privates out
So I gotta get used to the strangest look or two and go hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?

Then RA shouted “circle” and we stood in a square
With grins on our face and beer in our hair, all of us hashers
We sang some strange tunes, down-downed many a beer
Some hashers looked healthy, others quite queer
And the keg of warm beer quickly seemed to disappear……

 
I know now why we’re hashing and why we run around
It’s a way of drinking beer till your face down on the ground
After more and more beers I’ve finally figured  out about hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?
Meeting lots of people and having lots of fun
It’s for drinkers with a problem who feel the need to run
Now I’ve found a better life got to get a funny name and go hashing
HASHING - WHAT THE FUCK IS HASHING?

 
Yes I’ve finally seen the light, the time is right, I look like SHITE, it must be HASHING.

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