Battle hymn of the hashers

His eyes have seen the horror of the steepness of the trail,
his ears have heard the whining of the wingeing hashers tail,
his lips of felt the passing of the nations finest ale,
this hasher has done it all.
Glory, glory ale and lager (3x)

Now Drink it down, down, down

Are you lonesome tonight?

Is the hash out of sight?
Are you sorry you strayed from the trail?
Does your throat get real dry, underneath the blue sky?
When you think of the beer, do you wail?
Do the sores on your feet seem to blister with puss?
Do you gaze down the road and wish for bus?
Or your legs filled with pain?
Will you shortcut again?
Tell me, dear, are you lonesome tonight?

On inn circle

In the gutter the slimy gutter the hasher pukes tonight,
Ooo weee ooo ooo wee ooo (gagging sounds),
In the circle, the On Inn circle, the hasher drinks it down,
In the circle, the On Inn circle, the hasher drinks it down,

Down down down…