It is our intent to keep our Club family friendly. That doesn’t mean we won’t have some adult humor and some adult conversation. It simply means that when we sing songs or tell stories, we will try to be respectful of the audience present. It also means that we will keep our clothing on at our runs.
The songs below have either been written for East Hill or the words of other “popular” Hash songs have been altered to keep them PG.
Please feel free to print from this page and bring these songs with you to our next run. On On!!

Down Down Songs
Hash Toast-
Here’s to the Hare , He’s (She’s) true blue,
He’s a Hasher, through and through;
He’s a piss pot, so they say,
Tried to get to Heaven, but he went the other way!
Drink it down, down, down, down…

The Virgin Song
Here’s to all the Virgins, all the Virgins, all the Virgins.
Here’s to all the Virgins, here with us tonight.
Their happy, their jolly, their thirsty, by golly…

He’s the Crudest- (for the accused)
He’s the crudest, certainly the rudest,
He’s the crudest, he’s a horse’s butt.
Ever since he came here, he always acts the same here,
He’s the crudest, he’s a horse’s butt.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Why Was She Born- (for the accused)
Why was she born so beautiful, why was she born so tall?
She’s no darn use to anyone, she’s no darn use at all.
She ought to be publicly cussed at,
She ought to be tied-up and shot.
She ought to be placed in an outhouse, and left there to fester and rot.
Drink it down, down, down…

Why Are We Waiting (whenever we are waiting for someone to finish their beverage)
Why are we waiting, we stand here salivating? Oh why are we waiting so bloody long? Why are we waiting, we could be fornicating? Oh why are we waiting so bloody long? (Repeat)

Beer Run
All you need is flour and chalk,
Some will run, but you can walk

Chorus
B-double E-double R- U- N,
Beer Run! Beer Run!
B-double E-double R- U- N,
Beer Run! Beer Run!

The Hare will lay a trail to run,
With lots of beer it’s lots of fun.
Chorus

All you need is a ten or a fiver,
A car some keys and a sober driver.
Chorus

Dough, Ray, Me
Dough the stuff that buys my beer,
Ray the guy that sells me beer,
Me the guy that drinks my beer,
Fa, a long way to the john,
So I guess I’ll have a beer,
La I’d la-ak another beer,
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to… Down, down, down, down…

Twenty Toes
There’s a game called twenty toes,
It’s played all over town.
The women play with ten toes up,
The men with ten toes down.

Some play with no clothes on,
Others play while dressed.
If you plan to play alot,
You better get your rest!

A Soldier I will Be
A sol, a sol, a soldier I will be.
Two pis, two pis, two pistols on my knee.
For coun, for coun, for country and for Queen.
A sol, a sol, a sol, a sol, A Soldier I will be!

Shiggy Trail (or) Boring Trail
S-H-I, G-G-Y, T-R-A-I-L.
Shiggy trail, (shiggy trail).
Shiggy trail, (shiggy trail).

I would rather drink a beer than run a shiggy trail.
S-H-I, G-G-Y, T-R-A-I-L.
Shiggy trail, (shiggy trail),
Shiggy trail, (shiggy trail).

Adeline Koop
There was a young maiden named Adeline Koop.
She went to the doctore ’cause she couldn’t poop.
He gave her some medicine to mix in a glass,
And up went the window and out went her ass.

It was brown, brown, poop falling down,
It was brown, brown, poop all around,
It was brown, brown, poop falling down.
The whole world was covered with poop, poop, poop, poop.

A handsome young copper was walking his beat,
He happened to be on that side of the street.
He looked up so innocent, he looked up so shy,
And a great piece of poop hit him right in the eye.

It was brown, brown, poop falling down,
It was brown, brown, poop all around,
It was brown, brown, poop falling down.
The whole world was covered with poop, poop, poop, poop.

That handsome young copper he cursed and he swore,
He called that young maiden a dirty old whore.
And along the off-ramp you can still see him stoop,
With a sign in his hand saying “Blinded by poop!”

It was brown, brown, poop falling down,
It was brown, brown, poop all around,
It was brown, brown, poop falling down.
The whole world was covered with poop, poop, poop, poop.

My Father Was A Fireman
My father was a fireman.
He put out fires.
My brother is a fireman.
He puts out fires.
My sister Sal is a fireman’s gal.
She puts out, too!
Without her pants on…

 Anytime Verse
And there was grandpa, swingin’ from the outhouse door,
And there was grandma, she was sayin’ more, more, more!
Without her pants on…