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BAGPIPE SONG Here's to the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash CHORUS (hold chair upside down to simulate bagpipes; make droning sound and tap throat to form notes): Na na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na, Na na na na . . . Here’s to the jockey with his upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Here’s to the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Here’s to the queerie who was leerin' through his beerie, At the sight o' the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Here’s to the harlot who was workin’ in the car lot, To support the a' queerie who was leerin' through his beerie, At the sight o' the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Here’s to the HASHER who was posin' as a flasher, Hustlin' tricks from the harlot who was workin’ in the car lot, To support the a' queerie who was leerin' through his beerie, At the sight o' the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Here’s to the wenchy doin' down-downs on a benchie, For the pleasure o' the HASHER who was posin' as a flasher, Hustlin' tricks from the harlot who was workin’ in the car lot, To support the a'queerie who was leerin' through his beerie, At the sight o' the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash. Now the moral o' this ditty is when in Halve Mein City, And you're with your favorite girlie chasin' hairs all short and curly, Just remember to take her hashin' and to give her a good bashin', And keep her away from the wenchy doing down-downs on the benchie, For the pleasure o' the HASHER who was posin' as a flasher, Hustlin' tricks from the harlot who was workin’ in the car lot, To support the a' queerie who was leerin' through his beerie, At the sight o' the Yankee who was wankin' in his hankie, At the thought o' the jockey with the upstandin' cocky, Who was ridin' on the lassie with the black hairy assie, Who was liftin' up her kiltie at the Halve Mein Hash.
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