Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Who’ll give me one oh? Creak goes the muscle oh, What is your one oh?

One for the arrow up the steps never to be trusted, Two, two, the jogging shoes all clogged up with mud, Ho Ho! Three, three, the checkbacks we all missed, Four for the worn out running kit, Five for the toes of the worn out hashers, Six for the pools of vomit, Seven for the down downs after the run, Eight for the ones who turned up late, Nine for hashers lost at the check, Ten for the virgins oh so cute, Eleven for the hare who set the course, Twelve for the mismanagement of the pack.