Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

By Richard Applebee, Barbados HHH

Good King Bateson last looked out From his Kentish tower When the dots lay round about Deep and thick the flour. Brightly shone his nose that night, From his endless trekking When John Clooney came in sight For the on-on che - e - cking

‘Hither Farnum, stand by me If thou knowst it telling Yonder hasher, who is he What on earth’s he yelling? ‘Sire, he checks a good league hence For at least an hour. He got here he knows not whence Looking for more flou-our.’

‘Get my cloak and find the horn Fetch me June Clarke hither Thou and I shalt see him gorn Ere he gets far thither’ Rob, June, Sandra, forth they went Forth they went together Through D. Russels wild lament And the torrid we - e - ather.

‘Sire the flour grows thinner now And John Clooney’s runnin’ We need Banks, and know not how We will find the ON-IN.’ ‘Mark the arrows, good my folk Follow them most nearly. Thou wilt find that Zeddy’s smoke Shows the way quite cle-e-arly.’

In the RA’s steps they trod Seeking faith requited. Demonstrandum erat quod Soon the bar was sighted. Therefore hashers all rejoice Keep ye to the trai-ail. Ye who join the BHHH Will discover a -a -le!