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Oh hear ye, hear ye, Hashers all, |
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The Oder has been working; |
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It's ages since she penned a poem - |
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Fair Bumble has been shirking; |
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But now that Lancelot is back, |
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She thought she'd better have a crack, |
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And on behalf of all the pack |
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Welcome him in true Hash style. |
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So, Hashers, listen for awhile |
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As words of rubbish I recite |
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Of sentiments banal and trite. |
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My pen's too humble for the task |
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And so why bother? you may ask, |
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And yet, the occasion cannot pass |
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Without a verse, albeit crass, |
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From VH3's elected Oder |
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To greet our friends from Balangoda. |
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Our ex-Grand Master hasn't run |
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With Vic Dam Hash since one-oh-one; |
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His family bid the Hash goodbye |
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At Kotmale back in July. |
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We're sorry they (and Beetle too) |
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Missed the Tun Run - quite a do - |
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Champagne and whiskey as well as beer |
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For Lancelot, but dear oh dear |
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Drunk and tired .... there's a tale |
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Over which we'll draw the veil. |
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So, Spiers family, look around - |
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You'll see we've not been lazy; |
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A lot of newcomers we've found |
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And made them like us - crazy; |
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The stupid sods can't get enough, |
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So come on, Angus, do your stuff - |
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We're all impatient for the day |
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When Sam Dam Hash gets underway! |
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