70.  HOW ASHAMED I WAS
Melody--???

I met her on the Hash, how ashamed I was,
I met her on the Hash, how ashamed I was,
I met her on the Hash, I thought I'd try a bash,
Oh gor blimey how ashamed I was!

I touched her on the knee she said "You're fairly free."

I touched her on the thigh she said "You're fairly high."

I touched her on the spot she said "I'd rather not."

When I put it in she said "You're rather thin."

Then when I did come she said "You're up my bum."

So then I took it out she said "No need to pout."

So I tried to put it back but my prick had gone quite 							slack.

Then she took me in her hand and she made my roger stand.

Then she climbed up on the top I tried to make her stop.

She rode me like a horse I came again, of course.

But still she wanted more she must have been a whore.

And then my tool grew thinner I couldn't keep it in her.

Then she called me a nasty name "You fucking Hashers are 			all the same."

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