227.  THREE VISITING HASHERS (Three German Officers 						Crossed the Rhine)
Melody--Inky-Dinky, Parlez-Vous
(Take turns leading verses)

Three visiting hashers came over here,
Parlez-vous,
Three visiting hashers came over here,
Parlez-vous,
Three visiting hashers came over here,
To fuck our women and drink our beer,
Inky-dinky, parlez-vous.

They came upon a down-down, etc . . .
Pissed on the fire and drank a round,
Inky-dinky parlez-vous.

Oh G.M., have you a harriette fair,
With blowjob lips and stringy hair?

Oh yes, but she's too new,
To sleep with stinking hashers like you.

Oh, Grand Master, I'm not too new,
After all, I slept with you.

Yes, that's true, but you're so sweet,
Perhaps you could just suck their feet.

Feet are fine, but I prefer,
That they ride on my mound of fur.

Up the old stairs she was led,
They threw her down upon the bed. 

They tied her to the leg of the bed,
And fucked her till her cheeks were red.

Then they took her to the shed,
And fucked her till she was nearly dead.

They took her down a shady lane,
And fucked her back to life again.

They fucked her up, they fucked her down,
They fucked her all around the town.

They fucked her in, they fucked her out,
They fucked her up her water spout.

Three months went by and all was well,
Another month and she began to swell.

Nine months later she gave a grunt,
And a little hasher popped out of her cunt.

The little hasher he grew and grew,
He fucked the Joint Master and On Sec too.

The little hasher he went to hell,
And there he started a hash as well.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)