Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Your local hash group down the street Is trying hard to learn this song To serenade the weekend hare Who came out to throw flour down

Another Tennessee valley sunday Hashers running everywhere Marks of flour that are all the same And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray she’s proud today Because her yeasts are in bloom And Mr. Green he’s so serene He’s got a girl in every room

Another Tennessee valley sunday Here in Rocket Shitty land Hashers complain About how hard trail is And the virgins just don’t understand

Southern comfort shots They only give me the squats And make it hard for me to see My thoughts all seem to stray To places far away I need a change of scenery

(Ta ta ta ta…)

Another Tennessee valley sunday Hashers running everywhere Another Tennessee valley sunday Here in Rocket City land Another Tennessee valley sunday (repeat)

The Dress My Father Wore (originally “Sash my father wore”, edited by Smoking Wiener)

Sir I’m a Drunken Harrier, From Erin’s Pub I came, To see my Hashing brethren All of honour and of fame, And to tell them of my forefathers Who hashed in days of yore, That I might have the right to wear, The dress my father wore!

CHORUS: It is old, but it is beautiful, And its colors they are green It was worn at DC, Huntsville, also Boston and the Bay. My father wore it as a youth In bygone runs of yore And on St. Patrick’s Day I wear The dress my father wore.