Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

(contributed by Zippy, Pike’s Peak H4, probably composed by Austin hashers)

Start with background of “ba doom, ba doom, ba doom, boom, boom, boom …”

I brought a newboot out to meet the gang, He said he needed a crowd with which to hang. He ran like a rabbit out on the false trails, By the time we got to the beer he was draggin’ his tail.

Well it’s cross the creek and up the other side, Through some poison oak, bull nettle by my side. Well it’s off the road and off into some deep dark woods, Running up and down hills just to get them goods.

Well you just might see a llama along the way, Or ford a dangerous river, who’s to say. But for all us who knows, to bring some dry clothes, Take a short cut through the creek to where the beer flows.

Well, H, is for the hare that just laid the trail, A, is for the soil we hash on - AUSTIN! S, that’s for Shiner, H, is for us hounds, E, is for everyone wearing, R, UBBERS!