Many songs contain ribald language or suggestive lyrics. Be warned before reading at your own choice.

Most songs are followed by, "Drink it down, down, down, down," repeated until beer is finished.
When taking to long, often changed to
Why are we waiting, could be masturbating (fornicating),
Why are we waiting, so fucking long.  
The Hash Hymn - sung world wide at the conclusion of hashes and for the hearing impaired.

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Swing low, sweet chariot, cuming four two carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot, cuming four two carry me home. (chorus)

I looked over Jordan and what did I see, cuming four two carry me home,
A band of Angels cuming after me, cuming four two carry me home,

If you get there, before I do, cuming four two carry me home,
Tell all my friends, I'm cuming two, cuming four two carry me home,

Some times the chorus is followed by humming and silent verses.

I have recently been made aware of some action to ban the Hash Hymn in Chicago. At this time I have little facts as to why and with what authority to stop something so integral to what hashing is about around the world.

The song is a Negro Spiritual written about 1835 by a Negro slave. It has to do with escaping on the underground railroad, going home, is defined as freedom. And when we sing it, we are going home, at the end of the hash.

Our traditions often are descended from  Rugby culture and the founder of hashing in Chicago was a Rugby player. Researching this I found evidence of this song being sung as far back as 1960 by people who are alive now and sang it then. It has long roots in our culture. And it is sung worldwide by hashers at the end of the hash.

There is some movement in England where is is more revered as the song of the National Rugby team in large stadiums, to stop singing it. Why?  Because of a phony movement started by crazy radical leftists, looting and burning and attacking police, over the death of a black, drug addict, thug, of an overdose of Fentenyl, despite all efforts of the police to help him. Those are the facts and everyone only sees murder because of the way the press continues to play it up.

We don't need to change what we do over this nonsense. We sing it by ourselves in fields and parks and back room bars. It is about the least disrespectful song we sing and we sing some really disrespectful songs. That is what our culture is. We disrespect everyone equally. Politically incorrect is what we area about. Like the first amendment.

We have one hasher of African Descent in Chicago and knowing her, I can't imagine her ever complaining about this song. She was actually a Grand Master for two years. And two of our best Religious Advisors were Harrietts and totally disrespectful of everyone and everything, well within Hash tradition.

Are we to avoid any songs written by blacks, Gospel, Blues, Rap? How about all of the hash songs written to the tunes of Christian Hymns and even Christian Christmas songs? Where does it end? Kumbaya and boy scout and girl scout campfire songs. Nothing else. Wait, is that based on a Negro Spiritual?

I knew of the song and sung it after hashes in the mid eighties. At the Bali Interhash in 1988, the nightly parties were on a peninsula into the ocean. We had a big stage and a hash band playing. On Sunday night, after the final bits on stage, the lights went out and the band starting playing Swing Low. There was a cloudless sky and above was the brilliance of millions of stars. 2000 plus hashers sang on and on and the band kept playing on and on and it must have lasted 15 minutes or longer. Around us were friends from two years earlier, and friends we just met that weekend. And thousands of people just like us, who enjoyed the spirit of hashing and the sport of hashing and the unquestioned camaraderie of common fellowship among strangers and friends. Many friends we would never see again. Many we wouldn't see for another 2 or 4 years or who knows when. To me, that moment was magical, and reverent and part of out unity of spirit. We sang the song, we hummed it, we did it silently. Then we sang it again and again.

Over the years we added some new versions. Some I enjoyed at first like double time and others I quickly soured to like Scobby Doo, tougue out double time and Charlie Brown's teacher versions, I don't do those and just stand there. I respect the rights of others to their version and I expect them to respect my rights to my version and hash traditions that are beyond their understanding. People took one line, "If you get there before I do" and changed it to "If you get there before I shit." I never do that. Another I don't like was where they say, 'Tell all my friends" and demonstrate friends with the middle finger. Only one other local hasher and myself demonstrate it the original way with middle finger back and forth in a clenched fist. As in making love or sex. And Jordan used to mean the river Jordan with a waving hand like waves and not a fucking jump shot. So. if anything I would suggest we clean it up from these three changes, and skip the mocking verses. 

We seem to have been walking on tip toes trying to not be offensive to Blacks for as long as I have hashed. Why?    Are they special in the hashing community? We trash every other group imaginable. I've heard it said that white    men aren't picked on. They are via Gay and British and French etc. I've recently heard a woman who was upset because so many songs are offensive to woman. I personally introduced a verse for them for the end of the 'Head chant' and a response to men. We've also suggested the Rawhide song that they never use except accept for one Harriet. We've also used and support the women's verse at the end of "I don't want to Join the Army" song.

White men have traditionally written these songs and frequently taken the melody from Christian Hymns and Songs. Should we eliminate all of them too. Christians are facing more discrimination all over the world these days then Blacks. If various groups want songs that pick on us, we'll sing them. Just write them yourself. These songs go way back to fighting men over history. And sailors from all nationalities. We sing about what we were missing the most or even fighting for, women. And from some wild crazy depictions from drunken minds. Do your own work and quit attacking our works and usages. Hash singing has always been irreverent and part of our culture.

I sing these songs and am for all of them. And yet, I am probably the most personally picked on hasher in Chicago in song, and I have never complained about it, because that is the spirit of hashing. How many times am I called a 'Rat Bastard and a Dick Wad'. Don't mine the 'Rat Bastard' but don't like the 'Dick Wad'. But I have never complained about it and this is the first time I'm even mentioning it. And I also get, 'I hope you shit in the bed tonight". And lets not forget the personal verses about my dog bite and cancer surgery via the 'Hospital vegetable song.' I never complain because these come from my friends and are meant to be funny and in the spirit of hashing. I take it and smile and move on. And those are personal. This crap with Swing Low is made up bull shit to cater to a crowd that isn't part of what we are doing, and probably never came from our one hasher of African descent and probably wouldn't. Just who, I don't know, starting conservatory were none exists, to solve a problem that doesn't exist, except in muddled minds of people whose way of thinking is confused and corrupted by false news and mob hysteria.

For those that are too sensitive, I wrote  a version with the same melody and different wording and hash oriented.

Go slow, Sweet horse drawn wagon

chorus
Go slow sweet horse drawn wagon, picking me up to carry me home
Go slow sweet horse drawn wagon, picking me up to carry me home

I looked over the hashers and what did I see, picking me up to carry me home.
A band of Harriets coming after me, picking me up to carry me home.

If you get there before they do, picking me up to carry me home.

Leave me for the Harriets, they're cuming too, picking me up to carry me home.

   If you get there before I do, while they're carrying me home.
   Tell my mistress I'm coming too, they're picking me up and carrying me home

   Some times I'm standing, some times face down, when they pick me up to carry me home.
   But all I know is I need another round, when they pick me up to carry me home.

   The brightest hope that I can say, when they pick me up to carry me home.
   Is Jessie lets me hash one more day, after they carry me home.



Come out to the Bushman Hash where this tradition will continue.
Peace and swing low
Horn-E

 
This is the worldwide standard DD song:

Here's to xxxxx, (s)he's true blue.
(S)he's a hasher through and through.
(S)he's a pisspot so they say.
And (S)he'll never get to heaven in a long long way.
Songs for hares:
Standard Chicago Area Song:

The hares still suck, the hares still suck,
The hares still suck, the hares still suck,
They really, really, really, really, really, really suck,
The hares still suck. 
S.H.I.T.T.Y  T.R.A.I.L 
Shitty trail, shitty trail
The hares they went and laid a shitty trail.  
I'd rather xxxxx then ru your shitty trail.
S.H.I.T.T.Y T.R.A.I.L
The Mayor of Bayswater,
He had a fine daughter,
And the hairs of her dickey Di do,
Hung down to her knees.
 
And the hairs,
And the hairs,
And the hairs on her dickey di do,
Hang down to her knees.
 
(verse)(Many many verses)
If she were my daughter,
I'd have them cut shorter,
And the hairs on her dickey di do,
hang down to her knees.
 
(Chorus)
Leader: And the hairs Others: And the hairs
Leader: And the hairs Others: And the hairs
All: And the hairs on her dickey di do,
hang down to her knees.
Songs for couples:
Twenty Toes
 
There is a game called twenty toes.
It's played around the town.
Women play with ten toes up. 
And men with ten toes down, down, down, down.
Dos
 
Dos a beer, a Mexican beer,
Ray the guy who buys me beer,
Me the guy he buys beer for,
Far a long, long way to the bar,
So I think I'll have a beer.
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, (While spinning around)
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer,
And it brings us back to Dos, Dos, Dos, Dos.
Some songs for men:
 
His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three.
His three skin hangs down to his four skin,
His four skin hangs down to his knee.
 
Roll back, roll back,
Oh roll back my four skin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Oh roll back my four skin for me, for me.
 
(An add on verse for ladies)
Hold up, hold up,
Oh hold up her titties for her, for her.
Hold up, hold up,
Oh hold up her titties for her, for her.
Ball song
 
XXXXX (A wanker) has only got one ball,
YYYYY (A wanker) has two but very small,
ZZZZZ (A wanker) has something similar,
But these mother fuckers have no balls at all.
The old brown cow went fritz up against the wall,
Fritz up against the wall, fritz up against the wall,
The old brown cow went fritz up against the wall,
And the wall was covered in shit, shit, shit.
The Hash Stones
 
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history.
From the, town of Chicago,
We're the leaders in debuachery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch us as we drink a lot of beers.
Down, down, down down down down,
Down, down, down down down down, down down,
Down, down, down down down,
Down, down, down, down, down, down.
Whip it out at the ball game
Wave it round at the crowd
Dip it peanuts and crackerjack
I don't care if you give it a whack
Because it's
Beat your meat at the ball game
If you don't cum it's a shame
For It's one, two
You're covered in goo
At the old ball game
The Balls of O'Leary Tune: The Bells of St Mary's

The balls of O'Leary,
Are wrinkled and hairy,
They're stately and shapely,
Like the dome of Saint Paul's.
The women all muster,
To view that great cluster,
Oh, they stand and they stare,
At the bloody great pair,
Of O'Leary's balls.
Birthday songs
Happy birthday, fuck you,
Happy birthday, fuck you,
Happy birthday, you asshole,
Happy birthday, fuck you.
Drink it down, down, down.
Tune: I've Been Working on the Railroad (Eyes of Texas)

Your day of birth is now upon you,
You're older by one day,
Your day of birth is now upon you,
And now you're gonna pay,
The Hash is gonna lay it on you,
You dirty bastard (bitchin') hound,
Your day of birth is now upon you,
Drink it down, down down down down
Incest time in Texas:   Tune: The eyes of Texas

When its incest time in Texas,
And no one can be found.
Your mother's in the kitchen,
Her panties hanging down.
No time for masturbation,
No time to beat your meat.
When It's incest time in Texas,
Mother Fucking can't be beat.
Can You Walk a Little Way With It In?
Tune: Billy Boy

Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in,
Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in
She answered with a smile
I can walk a fucking mile
With it in - With it in - With it in.
Come Sit on My Face if You Love Me
Tune: Red River Valley

Come and sit on my face, if you love me,
Come and sit on my face, if you care,
And I'll drink from your Red River Valley,
And munch on your curly pubic hairs.
Dead Dog Rover
Tune: I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover

I'm looking over, my dead dog Rover,
That I ran over with the mower.
One leg is missing, the other is gone,
The third leg is shredded, all over the lawn.
There's no use explaining, the one remaining,
It's spinning on the carport floor
I'm looking over, my dead dog Rover,
That I ran over, that I ran over,
That I ran over with the mower!

A Moon Hash down down song.

 S.C.A.T.T.Y  T.R.A.I.L 
Scatty trail. scatty trail,
The hare he went and laid a scatty trail
A Moon Hash favorite.
(For serious offences to hash tradition)
 
(S)he ought to be publically pissed upon,
(S)he ought to be publically shot,
(S)he ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot.
I LOVE THAT PART
Another Moon Favorite
 
Stick it in your ear Mrs. Murphy.
It only waeighs a quarter of a pound.
It has hair 'round it's neck like a turkey,
And it come when you shake it up and down.
 
Now if I had the wings of an owl,
and the balls of a hairy babboon.
I would climb to the highest mountain,
And corn hole the man in the moon.
Songs for Harriets
 
Why was she born so beautiful,
Why was she born at all.
She's no fucking use to anyone,
She's no fucking use at all.
Thank God she finally shut up,
She finally quit her bitchin',
So drink your beer, get out of here,
And get back in the kitchen.
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinal won't you blow my horn, horn, horn.
 
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinal won't you blow my horn.
 
Someone's in my sister's vigina,
Someone's in my sister I know, O, O, O.
Someone's in my sister's vigina,
Pumping like a dynamo
 More songs:
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit,
You're licking her asshole and not her clit.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over
If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.
If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.
If your boyfriend tasted like shit,
It's for sure he's packing it.
If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.
Tune: Red River Valley
Cum and sit on my face if you love me,
Cum sit on my face if you care,
Let me look in your Red River Valley,
And stare a your cute pubic hairs.
Tune: Swinging on a Star
Would you like to sit on my face?
It's a very comfortable place.
Slide your crotch up over my nose,
Or would you rather suck my hose?
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me
(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch,(three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
 
(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh! Sir (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
 
(Ladies) Oh! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

DFL Song

Tune: Amazing Grace
 
Amazing hash, how sweet the trail,
That saved a DFL like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
For the On On now I see.
 
Just two more blocks and I'll be in,
And beer will be waiting for me.
And when I'm there, I'll drink my share,
'til they get rid of me.
 
Christmas Songs
 
Walkin' 'Round in Women's Underwear
Tune: Winter Wonderland
 
Lacy things, the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

In the store, there's a teddy
Little straps, like spaghetti
It holds me so tight, like handcuffs at night
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He'll say are you ready, I'll say whoa man,
Let's wait until the wife is out of town.

Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress like Madonna,
Put on some eye shade and join the parade
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

Lacy things the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes_silk panty hose,
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.
Walkin' round in womens' underwear. |
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.
 
A good Poem
 
The invention of a pussy
 
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
Created a pussy to their design.
 
First was a butcher, smart with wit,
Using a knife he gave it a slit.
 
Second was a carpenter strong and bold,
With a hammer and a chisel he gave it a hole.
 
Third was a tailor, tall and thin.
With a piece of red velvet he lined it within.
 
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur he lined it without.
 
Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
 
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee.
He touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
 
Last came a hasher, dirty little runt.
He sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt.
 
 
 By the light of my flickering match
 
 By the light
 Of my flickering match,
  I saw her snatch,
  in the watermelon patch.

 By the light
 Of my flickering match,
  I saw her cream,
  I heard her scream,
 "You're burning my snatch,
  With your fucking match."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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