Hash 1543 - Hashers Lament

Hash me Sunday morning

Hash me Monday night

Hash me when I’m sober

And Hash me when I’m tight

Take me over hillsides

And take me through the streams

Take me while I’m sleeping

And take me with my dreams

And when the hashing’s over

And when the beer is done

Put me in an Ale house

In shadow of the sun

Bring me wines a’plenty

Tsatsiki, gyros and feta

Leave me in the dark

Until me head is feeling better

Take me home to Paraskevi

Where I sleep and now wanna be

For soon I must awake

To fart and shit and thirst to slake

I need to be ready to hash again

I need to be ready to run

Even while my head is throbbing

Like a Thompson sub-machine gun

Put some money in my pocket

Put some shoes upon my feet

I’ll find that fucking trail

Or a woman of the street

I want to go hashing

I want to drink strong ale

To run with cramps and aching

Can I go home now, I’m feeling frail?

Strawberry Foreskin