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!
Come on you Scottish wankers,
Lift your beers and shout,
We are Edinburghers,
What we’ve got we flaunt!
Close the narrow circle,
Gather around the beer,.
Hashing, wanking, drinking that is why we’re here.