Flour City Hash House Harriers

A drinking club with a running problem.

We are (mostly) a social drinking and running group located in Rochester, New York. Every week, we run (or walk, depending on skill level) a trail, generally through one of the many local parks. The run is exclusively non-competitive! It's all about the fun!

Check out the calendar or events pages to see what the group will be doing! 

Runs occur every Thursday night at 5:69p (6:09p) during daylight savings time (summer), and 1:69p (2:09p) on Sundays during regular time (winter).

Anyone over 21 is welcome to join, and the run easily accommodates all abilities.

After the hash, we go to a local restaurant/pub for tasty beverages and nourishment.

Come join us! Even if the sound of running three miles makes you want to vomit, I guarantee you will enjoy the hash. There are plenty of opportunities to walk or catch your breath.

Hashes are every week - sometimes twice a week!


Many of these hash songs were shamelessly stolen from various sites!

Bless these hares,
Bless this trail,
Coppus no catch us,
Farmer no shoot us,
Doggus no bite us,
Heatus no stroke us,
Coitus non interruptus.
Plenty of cold beer to drink.

Or Simply, "No matter what happens, it's my own fucking fault!"

Here's to ________ ,
They're true blue,
They are Hashers through and through,
They are piss pots, 
So they say,
Tried to go to heaven,
But they went the other way,
Drink it down, down, down . .

Regular Hash Behavior Song (‘Fellow’ may be replaced with Brother or Sister)
Here's to fellow hashers,
Fellow hashers, fellow hashers,
Here's to fellow hashers,
May they chug-a-lug. They're happy, they're jolly,
They're fucked up by golly,
Here's to fellow hashers,
May they chug-a-lug.

He's the Meanest
He's the Meanest
He sucks the horse's penis
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.  (HEY!)
Ever since he found it (HEY!)
All he does is pound it (HEY!)
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.
Drink it down down down down down…

Why were they born so beautiful? (Sung to Virgins)
Why were they born so beautiful?
Why were they born at all?
They’re no fuckin' use to anyone,
They’re  no fuckin' use at all. 
They may be joy to their mothers,
But they’re a pain in the asshole to me,
So, drink it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down

Meet the hashers, (Sung to the Flintstones tune)
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of (where you are),
They're the leaders in debauchery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them as they down a lot of beers,
Down down, down down down down

Birthday Song
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hasshhy birrrthday, fuckk youuu,
Hashy birthday, fuck you.

Soldier Song
Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, country I will fight,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
A soldier I will be.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

His One Skin His one skin hangs down to his two skin
His One Skin His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three,
His three skin hangs down to his foreskin,
His foreskin hangs down to his knee.
Roll back, roll back,
Roll back his foreskin for him, for him.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back his foreskin for him.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Mrs Murphy
Have you seen his cock Mrs Murphy
It only weighs a quarter of a pound
It's got hair on its neck like a turkey (gobble, gobble!)
And it spits when you shake it up and down, Drink it down, down, down . . .

Hashing (Down Down) song
This is a Hashing (Down Down) Song.
It isn't very long . . .
Drink it down, down, down...

They Ought to be Publicly Pissed On
They ought to be publicly pissed upon,
They ought to be publicly shot, (Bang Bang)
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot,
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Ten Toes
Here's to the game called 'Ten Toes'
That's played all over town.
The women play with ten toes up.
And the men with ten toes down, down, down.

Shitty Trail (A Song For The Hares)
Shitty trail (It sucked)
Shitty trail (really fucked)
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail
I would rather drink a beer than hash your shitty trail,
Drink it Down down, down down
down down Down down,
down down down down…

Whip It Out At The Ball Game
Whip it out at the ball game, whip it out to the crowd,
Dip it in peanuts and crackerjacks,
I don’t care if you give it a whack,
Just beat your meat at the ball game,
If you don’t cum it’s a shame,
So it’s ONE, (whack off gesture) TWO, You’re covered in goo, at the old ball game!

You’re Stupid, You’re Stupid,
You’re really fucking Dumb,
If it wasn’t for your mother, you’d be a stain of Cum!

On The Piss Again
The Flour City Hash is, ON the piss again,
ON the Piss again, ON the piss again,
The Flour City Hash is, ON the piss again
We’re on the piss agaaaaaaainn.

In Heaven There is No Beer
In heaven there is no beer,
That’s why we drink it here,
And when we’re gone from here,
Our friends will be drinking all the beer.

Hot Vagina
Hot Vagina for your breakfast,
Hot Vagina for your lunch,
Hot Vagina for your Dinner,
Just munch munch munch munch munch,
It’s so tasty and delicious,
Bit sized ready to eat, (YUM YUM)
So grab your chick and give her a lick,
Hot Vagina can’t be beat.

Your Hand Was Made To Stroke My Gland
This hand is your hand,
This gland is my gland,
So run it slowly,
To make my thing stand,
Let's play forever,
We'll cum together,
Your hand was made to stroke my gland!

What A Wonderful Trail
I see trails of true,
Poison oak too.
I hear hashers on trail,
Crying "RU?"
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful trail.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful trail.

I've Only Half A Brain
I can wile away the hours,
Searchin' hills for flour,
Across a wide terrain.
I'll be chipper & I'll be cheerful,
If my stomach had a beerful,
'Cause I've ony half a brain!
With my arms and legs akimbo,
I'll be chasing after bimbos (or himbos),
Through mud, thorns and rain.
I'll be making lots of passes,
As I fondle all their asses,
'Cause I've only half a brain!

A Few of My Favorite Things
Dildos and vibrators and vaseline jelly,
That's what I use to set fire in my belly.
In and out, up and down making me wet
These are a few of my favorite things
Men are useless!
I don't need them!
I'm the best I've had.
I simply remember my favorite things,
And that's when it feels so grand!

Who said head?
I'll take some of that,
So I did, and it was good
And there was much rejoicing.
We fucked for hours
Uprooting trees & bushes & flowers,
We fucked like Vikings
With horns on our HEAD! HEAD! Who said head?

Little Bird (Family Version)
There was a little bird,
Looking so absurd,
And he sat upon a telegraph pole.
He ruffled up his neck,
His feathers were a wreck
As he puckered up his little asshole. 
Asshole, asshole, asshole, aaaaaaaaaaaaass-hole!
As he puckered up his little asshole.

I'm Your Mailman
Here I cum, down your way,
I can come twice a day,
I'm your mailman.
I can come in any kind of weather,
Don't you know my bags are made of leather?
I don't mess with keys or locks,
I'll stick it in your box,
I'm your mailman.