Who invited Ring Piece?
Forking awaits the 11.59
Blow Felt and Leroy do a job on the Jag
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Twas the Hash after Christmas
And at Count's house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even his mouse
The trail was set
By the Hares with care
In hopes that the pack
Soon would be there
The Hashers arrived
Thinking of ale
With visions of flour
Set off on the trail
With Semi in his jacket
And I in my hat,
The pack on their way
To shake off some fat
When out on the trail
There arose such a clatter
A check by the railway ?
Let's stop for a natter
Away down the path
I flew like a flash
With Forking behind
Having stopped for a slash
The Sun on the breast
Of Nik Nak's top
Gave a smile to Leroy
As he ran with a lop
When what to my
Wandering eyes should appear
But Ring Piece in his car
We had nothing to fear
With a little more trail
So lively and quick
Who should appear but
Capt F, what a dick.
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Leroy pleads his innocence
Cause Perdu risks job with reprobates
Birthdays for Pussies and The Jag Driver
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More stupid than possible
The silly old clod
Had put in his Sat Nav
The wrong Postcode
More Rapid set checks
The hares to the back
As I laughed and Shouted
Calling them back
Back Leroy, back Count
Now Capt F, and now Semi
On Bangers, On Forking
On Lady P, and of course DE
To the top of the field
To the check in the corner
To the railway once more
And then again over
Now Hash-away, Hash-away, Hash-away all
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As dry leaves before the
Wild hurricane fly
When they meet with a short cut
On On they cry
So up to the Viewpoint
The Hashers they flew
With boots full of mud
And then took a pew
And then in a twinkling
The view we could see
The Chimneys and Turbines
In the direction of Stewartby
We returned to the pub
Twas time for the circle
And RA Forking came
With a bound to the middle
He was dressed all in Orange
From his head to his foot
And his sins were all punished
With beer to boot
Underlay's Route for 1185
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A bundle of toys
Had been flung on the floor
And Leroy looked
Like an RAC man just fixing a wheel
Pussies eyes how they twinkle,
Her birthday quite near
Her eyes on the Jag?
Blow Felt's nothing to fear
HM's drawl little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow
And the stubble of his chin
Was a white as the snow
The Hashit's were awarded
Without further ado
And we returned to our homes
Until the next Tempsford Do
But I heard Rapid exclaim
As he drove out of sight
Hashy Christmas to all
On on and goodnight
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