HARVEST FULL MOON

We pound the lanes and hash through the good fields of the land,

but it is chalked and floured by Hares’ almighty hands

They mark the chalk on tarmac, the flour to show the way,

the arrows and the false trails and round refreshing checks.

All good trails around us are laid for LVH3,

then thank the hares O thank the Hares for all their trails.

Hash only is the maker of all trails near and far;

We run the route with Rambos, We walk the way with wimps;

the food and drinks are with us, by bucket they appear;

much more to us dear hashers, We have our daily beer.

All good trails around us are laid for LVH3,

then thank the hares O thank the Hares for all their trails.

We thank you Soap and Tom Tom, for a new trail through the wood,

the open checks and false trails ,

our blobs, our splits, our flour

accept down downs we offer for Fiddler and Forever;

Then quickly to the Black Bull to fill ourselves with food,

All good trails around us are laid for LVH3,

then thank the hares O thank the Hares for all their trails.