The songs below are just a taster of the 100’s that are sung globally by the Hash House Harriers network. For a more exhaustive selection please go here or download a copy of the Half Mind Hymnal (a songbook for Hash House Harriers) here (NSFW).
Virgin Song
Here’s to Virgins,
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 . . .
Visitors Song
Here’s to fellow hashers,
Fellow hashers, fellow hashers,
Here’s to fellow hashers,
They drink chug-a-lug. They’re happy, they’re jolly,
They’re fucked up by golly,
Here’s to fellow hashers,
They drink chug-a-lug.
He/She’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! chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug.
So drink! chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug.
Why was he/she 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
Meet the hashers, (Sung to the Flintstones tune)
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They’re the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of London,
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-da down-down
Down Da-dadadown-down, a da-da down-down, a dada down down dowwwwnnnn.
Birthday Song
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hasshhy birrrthday, fuckk youuu,
Hashy birthday, fuck you.
Soldier Song
A-sshole, a-sshole, a soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, country and my queen,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, A soldier I will be.
Drink it down, down, down . . .
His One Skin hangs down to his two skin
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.
Roll back, roll back, Roll back that foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back his 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
And it spits when you jerk it up and down down, down, down . . .
Hashing song
This is a Hashing Song.
It isn’t very long.
This is the second verse,
It’s shorter than the first
Drink it down, down, down . . .
They Ought to be Publicly Pissed On
They ought to be publicly pissed on,
They ought to be publicly shot, (bang bang)
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot.
Drink it down, down, down . . .
Ten Toes
Here’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.
Shitty Trail (A Song For The Hares)
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
Downtown (Sung to the song) Down down, down down
down down Down down,
down down down down