Songs

They call it that good old hashin’ brew, brew, brew,
And them that refuse it are few.
You’ll hush up your mug,
When you down-down your jug,
Of that good old hashin’ brew.

Shiggy soggy,
Shiggy soggy,
On-on-on.
Shiggy soggy,
Shiggy soggy,
On-on-on.

Drink it down,
Down, down.

Here’s to brother hasher,
Brother hasher, brother hasher,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May they chug-a-lug.

They’re happy, they’re jolly,
They’re hashing by golly,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May they chug-a-lug.

This is your down-down song,
It is not very long.

The tired hasher,
Went trudging up the hill,
Stopped at the beer check,
And there they drank their fill.
And when the trail was over,
Their shoes were muddy brown.
Though they were tired already,
They had to drink it down, down, down.

Ole, zooma zooma zooma,
Ole, zooma zooma chief,
Drink it down you Zulu warrior,
Drink it down you Zulu chief,
Drink it down you Zulu warrior,
Drink it down you Zulu chief, chief, chief.

Amazing beer,
A taste profound,
A whole keg just for thee.
The pack is lost,
But home you have found,
The beer check you can see.

His eyes have seen the horror of the steepness of the trail,
His ears have heard the whining of the whinging hashers’ tale,
His lips have felt the passing of this nation’s finest ale,
This hasher’s done it all.

Glory, glory, ale and lager,
Glory, glory, ale and lager,
Glory, glory, ale and lager,
Now drink it down, down, down.

Gispert guide us on this hash,
As along the trail we dash,
Guide our feet on ice and snow,
As to the drink stop we will go,
Let the moon so brightly shine,
Leading us to beer so fine.

God bless Gispert, hallowed be his name.
His hash be laid on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily beer.
And forgive us our ah-shits,
As we also forgive those who annoyed us.
And lead us not unto temptation to short-cut,
But deliver us to the On-In.
For the beer is cold,
And the pack is thirsty,
For ever and ever,
Amen.

I pledge allegiance,
To the flag,
Of the Hash House Harriers.
And to the debauchery,
For which it stands,
One hash,
Without rules,
With shiggy and beer for all.

Hashers, meet the hashers,
They’re the biggest drunks in history.
From our favourite hash town,
They’re the leaders in debauchery.

Down down,
Down down down down,
Down down down down down down down down down.

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.

Thank you Lord for giving us beer,
Thank you Lord for giving us beer,
Lagers and ale,
Hares to lay trail,
Thank you Lord,
For giving us beer.

We’re here because we’re here,
Because we’re here,
Because we’re here.
We’re here because we’re here,
Because we’re here,
Because we’re here.

On on, on on,
A hasher’s life for me.
On on, on on,
Give me a beer or three.
A hashing life is a really good life,
A shiggying, partying, trail-running life.
Drink up you hashers,
Drink up.
On on, on on,
A hasher’s life for me.

Sing a song of six checks,
A pocket full of flour,
Four-and-twenty hashers,
Hashing for an hour.
And when they found the beer check,
There was not any there.
All agreed to go On-In,
And blame the hare.

There’s no need to fear,
We’ve got lots of beer.
When visitors in this hash appear,
And join the pack from far and near,
The cry goes out both loud and clear,
To drink it down.

Drink it down,
Drink it down,
Speed of lightning,
Roar of thunder,
Join the circle,
Drink it down.

You are our hasher,
Our only hasher,
You make us happy,
When skies are bleak.
You’ll never know, dear,
How much we like you,
Please keep coming to hash every week.

Moshi moshi,
Ano ne,
Ano ne, ano ne,
Moshi moshi,
Ano ne,
Are you on your phone?

Drink it down, down, down.