Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Composed by Babe Thruster

A long, long time ago, I can still remember When flour was for baking bread. And often on my training run, It occurred to me this is no fun. I’d rather be out drinking beer instead. Then one day fate stepped in. I was running with a new-found friend. He told me there’s a group here That never gets too much beer. I don’t recall if I was brash When I first heard all that half-mind trash. But my life changed in a flash The day I found the hash. So,

CHORUS: On-On, get your ass on the trail. We’ve been on flour for an hour Can’t let shiggy prevail. ‘Cause we know at the end we’ve got cold beer and ale And then, maybe I’ll do a down-down, Maybe I’ll do a down-down

Well, that day, I pulled in To where this hash was to begin And encountered quite a motley crew. They hit me up for a little cash Then introduced me ‘round the hash With nicknames that seemed to be quite crude. They pulled me aside for a little talk To explain those symbols marked with chalk. Then the whole group began to jam. Man, I dig that Father Abraham! With a sudden shout and a whistle blast, The entire pack hit the trail at last. And I was catching on real fast The day I found the hash. And we were shouting…

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Well, this trail was not hard to track But I noticed when I was looking back A hasher had gone astray. He said, “I know these hares and where they’ll go, We’ll be way ahead of the pack, you know.” So I followed. Surely this guy knows the way. But as the pack faded away, His confidence fell to decay. I thought we were so shrewd, But now we were really screwed! So I turned back for a trail more true, I was cussin’ that hasher and his mother too. Yes, I was singin’ short-cutter’s blues The day I found the hash. And we were shouting…

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Twiggy shiggy, this swamp’s a biggie, But I plunged right in just like a barn yard piggy And sank down to my balls. The trail finally took some higher ground But a thorny vine my ankle found And like Humpty, I had a great fall. So now my leg was streaked with blood As it flowed down through the dried-on mud, But I guessed this was not rare ‘Cause no one seemed to care. And as I hashed on past shrub and tree I developed my philosophy That a shiggy trail’s the trail for me The day I found the hash And we were shouting…

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Well, I was tired, I was glad to hear A hasher ahead yell out “beer near!” This trail had reached the end. And what I found made me shed a tear. It was four ice chests packed full of beer ‘Cause a cold one is a hasher’s favorite friend. “Bring forth the virgin!” they began to yell Then sang a song about heaven and hell I downed my first one fast, Oh, but it would not be my last. The down-down accusations flew, We sang an obscene song or two. Hey hasher, toss me another brew The day I found the hash. And we were shouting…

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And as so often does occur, All the rest is just a blur. But I had lots of fun they say. And I kept going back for more. My old friends now seem such a bore. I prefer the hedonistic hashing way. With this hasher’s life I’ve come to grips. Vacations are all hash road trips. New friends in each city, Exposing ass and titty. And I guess I’ll be a hashin’ guy Until the day I fuckin’ die. But I won’t forget the day that I, The day, I found the hash. So…

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forever singin’… On-On, get your ass on the trail. We’ve been on flour for an hour Can’t let shiggy prevail. ‘Cause we know at the end we’ve got cold beer and ale. And now I will do a down-down.