Ben Franklin Mob H3

The monks of Saint Bernard, Saint Bernard,
Saint Bernard’s
They don’t give a bugger at all
They rise up bright early, bright early, bright
early
And piss through a hole in the wall
The green leaves are yellow
The green leaves are ye-e-llow
The gre-e-en leaves are ye-llo-o-o-o-o-ow
And so is the hole in the wall!

(Additional verses:)
(Note: I’ve never heard these actually sung at a hash)

The Monks of Tintagel were so small and fragile,
They couldn’t reach the hole in the wall.
They went to King Arthur and had a palaver.
He built them a hole in the floor.
The green grass is yellow,
The green grass is yellow,
The green grass is yellow,
And so is the hole in the floor!

The Monks of Boscastle, they don’t give a hassle,
They don’t give a hassle at all.
They rise up right early, right early, right early,
And pee on the old harbour wall.
The green seas are yellow,
The green seas are yellow,
The green seas are yellow,
And so is the old harbour wall!

The Nuns of Hitchin played hell in the kitchen,
They couldn’t reach the hole in the wall.
They lifted their habits and piddled like rabbits,
Over the old garden wall.
The green peas are yellow,
The green peas are yellow,
The green peas are yellow,
And so is the old garden wall!