
All things dumb and ugly
All things dumb and ugly
All creatures short and squat
All things rude and nasty
The Lord God made the lot!
All things dumb and ugly
All creatures short and squat
All things rude and nasty
The Lord God made the lot!
And so this is hashmas
And a happy new year
Get drunk in a punch up
And get socked in the ear.
And so this is hashmas
With a wink and a leer
Let’s eat too much turkey
And drink lots of beer.
And so this is hashmas
No need to look glum
You’ll drink too much whisky
And fall on your bum.
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around dressed up this way
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around looking silly on Christmas Day
Dashing round the block, wearing silly hats
One hand on your bits to give yourself more slack
Bouncing up and down as we run to and fro
We’ll jingle with our funny bits, everywhere we go.
Tis the season to be greedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Eat until you feel quite seedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lots of beer and food and jollies Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
In the morning you’ll be sorry Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas
And a case of cold beer.
Glad tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Glad tidings for Christmas
And a case of cold beer!
I’ve been a short-cutter for many a year
And I’ve spent all my money on hash runs and beer
But now I’m reforming, my name to restore
And I never will be a short-cutter no more.
So it’s no, nae, never
No never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never, no more
Slack bladder, slack bladder
You ran upon a hash.
Slack bladder, slack bladder
And had to have a slash!
I need a lover, mother.
No not my brother, mother, I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
Bah-bah- bah- bah etc
Oh my love is like a red, red wine
That’s newly poured in glass.
Oh my love is like a dark craft beer
That down my throat will pass.
So fair art thou, O demon drink
So great in love am I
That I will down far, far too much
Then throw up in the sink!
Not far from Auld Reekie
All covered in mud
I went on a hash run
I was in the skud
The polis came runnin’
But couldnae catch me
They were right scunnered
But I am still free
OnOn to the beer check
To down a good dram
I do love my hashing
But now I must scram!