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All Go Hungry Hash House
There’s a hotel in the city as we climb the golden stair And they
serve the hash upon the second floor There’s a graveyard in the
cellar, a doctor’s office in the parlour And the undertaker keeps his
shop next door
[Touch me not ?] was on the teacups, skeleton crossbones on the plates
[The ? rises on that turkey you could spell??] Oh the biscuits they are
named and I’m going to have them framed At that all-go-round hash house
where I dwell
Oh the doughnuts they are wooden and we have limburger pudding
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub If you chance to get a breeze
of that ambolonia (?) cheese You’d have swore somebody had hit you
with a club
That hotel where I stay it is turning my hair grey For the landlord is
always full of beer Oh the beds the bugs have rented and the air was
sweetly scented By an old-fashioned tan yard in the rear
Oh [the salt fish ?] they are marked, if you touch them they will bark
They are relics sent from ? on the Rhine All the boarders have the
croup, caused from drinking frozen soup At that all-go-hungry hash
house where I dine
They have india rubber pickles, extra sizes for the cripple And a
dinner bell and gong they can’t afford When they open up the
gate, we come tripping on roller skates At that all-go-hungry hash
house where I board
There’s a woman called a duchess, brings her coffee in on crutches
And her cake looks like the sponge is petrified Oh the pies they’re old
and grey, they were tackled by a jay Who went right out and committed
suicide
The molasses are made of paint, if you smell them you will faint
They were yellow and dished up in a gourd Oh the eggs are made
to match, if you touch them they will hatch At that all-go-hungry hash
house where I board.

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