Ed Sheeran – Castle on the Hill
Song by Ed Sheeran ‧ 2017
Formal introductions:
Princess Pyscho of Chudleigh, Princess SMEllie of Teignmouth, Lady Coldtits, Duchess Soapy, Baron Pork Torpedo and Baroness Horny, Dame Slip on me, HRH Pisswell and Knights: Sir Beefy, Sir U-Bend, Sir Strap-on and Sir Ernie, who all Camealot!
They were accompanied by ladies in waiting
Georgie P’ Orgy, Miss Inn and Mane Attraction.
Lord Mitch was accompanied by his butler Forrest Stump.
Serfs attending were Piltdown man, Melon Picker, Beeflicker, Manpig, Fuckarewe, Manopause and Wet Johnny Baldrick.
First dance, the Waltz circle:
Beeflicker, our stand in GM welcomed all to hash number **** ( I dont remember it really) It needs a young GM to remember that stuff!)
Announcements were asked for and all hell broke loose! Manpig asked for hands up to write the words, Smellie put her hand up to ask for hares for October, Forrest asked for a taker for the first dance and Pisswell asked for hands up for the cheesy chips at the pub! All done in one go but nobody really knew what had happened!
And over to the hare:
The hare had enjoyed a lovely day but was a bit concerned that someone had washed away one of her checks, which she had just relaid. She was therefore worried everyone would find the way back.
She had asked for permission to run through some very important land but was given a no for an answer as there might be air rifle shooting and golf being played. Therefore, it was vitally important that the longs and shorts ran very fast in this area, joining the footpath to the bridle path! In fact it all looked a bit dodgy, so she was keen to write rules and regulations and send around a disclaimer to sign.
As there are no rules in hashing, that was the end of that, but she pointed out that she’d done a few Ha Has and had made up her own rules for the day.
Thank you to the people who dressed up in their finery. It was to be a posh evening with dresses and bow ties and then swim wear later. There was to be a swimming stop and a cream tea and there were some very enthusiastic sheep, who might mob you! Beware dogs!
The trail: The evening stroll through the castle grounds, in our finery.
Please sing along!
When I was, hare that night, we cir-cled up
I was running with my hashers and my friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of North Bo-vey grass they checked down
In the carpark then, let them check back, when
Some, found the trail and called on on.
Made checks and FRBs were gone!
And they’ve not seen the church pathway, in so long, I know, can’t moan
But I can't wait for on home
I”m on my way
Driving to-get-here, down those country lanes
Running beside the river
And I show the way, you make, it feel, unreal
We watched the sunset, Bovey, our castle on the hill
Beaut-if-ill place, running, not just “an-y-where”
Running in our frocks, through the golf course
No, getting lost with my friends!
Had our first split, air rifle site
I don't reckon they’re there tonight
But for walkers then, take me back to when
We found. the-way back, no one got shot
All in good spirits, that’s all we’ve got!
Me and my friends having some checks, for the longs, oh, how we've gone
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Running to Old Yarde, down those country lanes
Turning right, go to Bowda
And shorts, miss the way, Luckdon, it’s good, in Woods
Meeting at Ridgnor, above the houses, on the hill
Hoo-hoo, near by the castle on the hill
Hoo-hoo, near by the castle on the hill
Our friends then met a-gain, with checks longs did the most
Shorts at the bridge and swimming stop, our hashers overdressed
“One just needs a little swe-ety stop”, walk-ers never getting there
But … Cream tea, half eat-en, and I…took it from the stat-ely home!
Now I'm on my way
I still remember this old country ford
When we cross the stepping stones there
And I show the way, to-Ring, O’-Bells, on down
Then we watched the down downs, Cheesy chips, eaten “til we’re full!
Hoo Ooo, North Bovey, castle on the hill
Hoo Ooo, North Bovey, castle on the hill
Out takes:
Nobody got shot or hit by a golf ball.
Pisswell was the only one to do the full walkers trail. These walkers, all they want to do is sip wine and smoke cigars! Melon Picker bravely took a bullet for Dame Slip on and her hound, and hobbled home wounded in action.
Miss Inn was P Inn when the first check was found and followed GP and PM on their incredible journey, until she realised they didn’t know where they were going! She back tracked and proudly clocked up 7m plus!
Thanks to the lovely people who let us enjoy a cream tea by the riverside. The water was freezing. The sheep were also very friendly. Manopause seemed to be there for a long time!
Coldtits raspberry jam was delicious but PT thinks pectin will make everything stiffer!
Down downs:
Soapy for correcting Smellie on the venue for the on downs, being North Bovey not Bovey Tracey. She asked for a nice song from the sing meister, who we were lucky to have there, but PT had had enough of all that posh guff and lowered the tone as only he can!
Manpig was next for poor parking in his new car
Coldtits followed for getting there on time! She nominated SMEllie for also getting there on time ( in the same car!)
And the last to the hare for a “shitty trail”. Honestly, all that effort!
Next week: Poacher at Hound Tor. On on TVH3.
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