2019-2021 Songmaster's Songbook

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 A selection of song's from our Songmaster from 2019-2021

With apologies ; The Battle of New Orleans (1850)

Its 1850 we check a little trail

Along with Loco Driver and the mighty Mrs Coal

We took a little bitter and we had a sip of sherry

And we found the Essex Hashers in the town of Toll S’bry

We checked our pack and the buggers kept a coming

But there weren’t nigh as many as there was a while ago

We checked once more then we began a running

On down, down, down, down, - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Pinball Wizard (1852)

Ever since they were young hare’s they’ve laid those silver trails,

From Mawsons out to Benfleet we must have hashed them all,

And we ain’t seen nothing like them now Sucked In’s got the call,

But Pulled Out’s just a blue boy just waiting to go

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to - White Christmas (1853)

He sche-med up a Yule hash trail,

With all the chalk and checks to go,

Where the footpaths glisten,

And the hash pack listens,

To hear, Small Prick Fox some Hounds,

We’re hashing for a warm beerstop,

With every hash trail round the town,

May your ON’s be cheery and strong,

And may all your dang-ga-lys be down.

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Auld Lang Syne (1857)

Should old Pied Pipers trails be hot,

And ever check the bank.

Are Old Smugglers trunks a lot,

With budgies in the tank.

For Pied Pipers trails, our pack

For Pied Pipers trails,

We’ll take a beer and whiskey shot,

For Pied Pipers trails.

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; How much is that doggie in the window (1859)

Who are these hash hares who are Nandies (OnOn)

The hares with a grandson, an all

Who are these Nandies tagged as hash hares (OnOn)

We do hope these Nandies still trail

We don’t want a Nanny or Grandma

We don’t want a Grandad that walks

We don’t want a trail of itsy bitsy

So we’ll all hash the Fox with a wish

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; The wheels on the bus (1861)

The Bee’s on the trail go

Buzz Buzz Buzz, Buzz Buzz Buzz, Buzz Buzz Buzz

The Bee’s on the trail go

Buzz Buzz Buzz, all day long

The Hills on the trail go

Up & down

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Camptown races (or yogi bear) (1863) Sooty

Zipper & Frogman laid a trail. On On, On On.

All round Es---sex to the Ale. On On, On On Beer.

Gonna go uo hills, Gonna go back down

Zipper & Frogman laid a trail, all around the town.

Drink it down down down - - - - -

With apologies to ; Another brick in the wall (1864)

We don’t need no extra check backs,

We don’t need no long uphills,

No heavy breathing on the hash trail,

C, U, leave that dog alone.

C U, Tuesday, leave that pack alone.

All we need is just another beer in the warm,

All you need is just another beer to go down.

Down, down, - - - - - -- - - - - - -

With apologies to ; The 12 days of Christmas (Chimes 2020)

On the 1st day of hashing our GM gave to us,

A hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 2nd day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Two false trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 3rd day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Three check backs, Two false trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 4th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Four bags of flour, Three check backs, Two false trails, and a hash pack  in a shiggy pud.

On the 5th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

5, g o l d e n a l e s. Four bags of flour, Three check backs, Two false  trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 6th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Six ways a checking, 5, g o l d e n a l e s. Four bags of flour, Three check  backs, Two false trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 7th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Seven knitters knitting, Six ways a checking, 5, g o l d e n ales.  Four bags of flour, Three check backs, Two false trails, and a hash pack  in a shiggy pud.

On the 8th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Eight pubs in heaven, Seven knitters knitting, Six ways a checking,

5, g o l d e n ales. Four bags of flour, Three check backs, Two false  trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 9th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Nine hashers singing, Eight pubs in heaven, Seven knitters knitting, Six  ways a checking, 5, g o l d e n ales. Four bags of flour, Three check  backs, Two false trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 10th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Ten tales a telling, Nine hashers singing, Eight pubs in heaven,  Seven  knitters knitting, Six ways a checking, 5, g o l d e n ales. Four bags of  flour, Three check backs, Two false trails, and a  hash pack in a shiggy  pud.

On the 11th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Eleven Essex hashers, Ten tales a telling, Nine hashers singing,  Eight pubs in heaven, Seven knitters knitting, Six ways a checking,  

5, g o l d e n ales. Four bags of flour, Three check backs, Two false  trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

On the 12th day of hashing our GM gave to us,

Twelve hares a planning, Eleven Essex hashers, Ten tales a telling, Nine  hashers singing, Eight pubs in heaven, Seven knitters knitting, Six ways a  checking, 5, g o l d e n ales. Four  bags of flour, Three check backs, Two  false trails, and a hash pack in a shiggy pud.

With apologies to ; Delilah (Chimes 2020) Sooty

There is a hasher who com poses songs for the hares, da da da

He often pens little ditty about the trail, da da da

He is called Frogman,

And he likes down downs as long as he gets an ALE

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Lemon Tree (1865)

When they were just a hare and him, Hare Raiser said for free,

Come here and take a lesson from, the Essex Hash H3.

Don’t put your flour on any shit, The Raiser said to them,

I’ll feel you’ll find that Hashers are, misguided wannabe’s.

Orange Tree very pretty, and the Orange flower is sweet,

But the flour from The Orange, is impossible to eat.

Orange Tree very cosy, and the Orange ale’s a glee, 

But the hare’s from The Orange are Mistress Master thee.

Down, down, - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Daisey, Daisey (1874)

Heapo, Casey,

Trailed from the Horse and Groom,

They’re stir crazy, all for the trails to do.

It won’t be just upsy downsy,

There’s lots of roundsy roundsy,

But they did great, up on the hill,

Of a hash trail been laid by two.

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Let’s twist again (1875)

Come on Essex Hashers, clap your hands

Now you’re looking good

We’re gonna sing a song and it won’t take long

We’re gonna check a trail, and it goes from here

Come on let’s Hash again, if you can remember

Yeah let’s Hash again like we’ve got no fear

Do you remember when trails were really buzzing

Yeah let’s Hash again, Hashing time is here

Yeah flour ‘n chalk ’n checks ‘n chats we go again

Our Heapo let’s us know, we love a trail, so then,

Come on let’s Hash again, like we did back then,

Yeah let’s Hash again, Hashing time is here.

On-On

With apologies to - M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I- (1875)

Dee eye, double gee, eee are, e h double three, three.

Dee oh, double you, n

Down, down, - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; We don’t want to join the army (1881)

We don’t like to check the uphills,

We don’t want a long checkback.

We’d rather wander round, have a beer and save a pound,

Checking out the trails of a Little Miss Naughty.

We don’t want Pied Pipers shiggy bits,

We don’t want no dirty feet,

We’d rather be a singing,

Singing, singing, singing

Songs to give the hares Down Down

Down, down, - - - - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to - The Adams Family (1883)

He’s creepy and he’s spooky,

Cu*t Draco’s is a hare-ing,

And trailing out at Danbury, The Hashing Family.

Checking it out, ‘snap’ ‘snap’. Checking it out, ‘snap’ ‘snap’

His trail was highly ’musing,

Third left, forth right, confusing,

Cu*t Draco’s here to cre-am, The Hashing Family.

Checking it out, ‘snap’ ‘snap’. Checking it out, ‘snap’ ‘snap’

So get the Draco’s beer out,

A neck that he can chew on,

We’re gonna have a sing song, The Hashing family.

Down, down, down, - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Another brick in the wall (1884)

We don’t need no extra check backs,

We don’t need no long uphills,

No heavy breathing on the hash trail,

Small Prick, leave that car alone.

Big car, leave that pack alone.

All we need is just another beer in the warm,

All you need is just another beer to go down.

Down, down, - - - - - -- - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Get back (1885)

Sooty is our hare and Lunchbox is another,

And they know the Langdon ways.

Lunchbox likes his beer in glass and never ending,

With some special Shakespeare grass.

Check back, check back,

Check back on trail and call it on.

Check back, check back,

Check back to where we all call down.

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to - Robin Hood (1887)

Essex hare, Essex hare, lurking in the woods,

Essex hare, Essex hare, with his stack of goods,

Feared by the pack, loved by no one,

Doctor Deaf, Doctor Deaf, Doctor Deaf.

He called the greatest Hashers to a tavern out of town,

They called the trail and made it to the down.

They handled all the troubles on the ’Cutters woody trail,

And still found plenty of time to sing.

(SILENT, MIME ONLY) Down, down, down, - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Sixteen tons (1889)

I ate eight nines and what did I get,

Seventy two rambles and some trails in the wet.

Hare Piper just you call me and wind me up slow,

You owe your soul to all hashers and co.

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Camptown races (1890)

Leigh town hashers sing a song,

OnOn, OnOn.

Sludge town trails are 10 miles long,

OnOn, OnOn, On.

We’re going to hash all day,

We’re going to hash all night.

Sludge town trails are up and down,

Down down, - - - - - - -

With apologies to ; Pinball Wizard (1892)

Ever since they were young hare’s they’ve laid those silver trails,

From Southend out to Benfleet we must have hashed them all,

And we ain’t seen nothing like them now Sucked In’s got the call,

But Pulled Out’s just a blue boy just waiting to go

Down, down, down, - - - - - - - - - -

With apologies to; Blowing Bubbles |(1894)

We’re forever hashing Essex, Heapo’s got us on our way,

Pack went so far, never lost their way,

Then like our checks they fade and die.

AGO’s doing the talking, Heapo’s got the flour,

We’re forever hashing Essex, It’s a downdown, for the hares.

DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, - - - - -

With apologies to - Roll out the barrel (1896)

Casey and Blowdry,

They’ve laid a trail from the Chough.

This way then that way,

They’ve run the pack in the ground.

Checkbacks and False trails,

We love a hash for the beer.

Now’s the time to have a butty,

For the pack’s all here.

Down, down, down, down, - - - - -

With apologies to; We Three Kings (1898)

Essex hares from near and far, 

Marking trails with chalk and some flour, 

Dykes and ditches, pubs and pathways, 

Following super stars. 

Oh hares of wonder, trails so bright, 

Zip with Froggy hares tonight,  

Westward leading, hope receding, 

Guide us to the pub of tonight. 

Down, down, down, - - -

With apologies to ; Camptown races (or yogi bear) (1898) Sooty

Zipper & Frogman laid a trail. On On, On On.

All round Es---sex to the Ale. On On, On On Beer.

Gonna go uo hills, Gonna go back down

Zipper & Frogman laid a trail, all around the town.

Drink it down down down - - - - -

With apologies to ; Meet the Hashers (1900)

Tenna, Tenna Lady

Just the greatest soul with EH3

From that town in Essex

She’s Olympic shot in archery

Tough girl,

Trailing shiggy thro’ the years

No fears

As she downed a crafty beer

Down down. Down da down down

Down da, da da down down d - o - w - n. T e n n a

With apologies to ; Vera

I will just say cron on

To the hares that I know

Tell them the pack is strong

They’ll be happy to know

That as we call cron on

They were singing this song

We’ll hash again.

Don’t know where don’t know when

But I know we’ll have a beer, or maybe two

Keep drinking thro

One for me, one for you

Till the hash trails thrive on green fields down our way

We’ll hash again

Don’t know where, don’t know when

But I know we’ll hash again when cron’s away

Cron on