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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