Short-Cutters Tale

To the tune of  "Wild Rover"

I've been a wild hasher for many a year
I've run lots of trails for the fun and the beer
I came to the hash on one fine summer day
The hares gave a chalk talk and then were away

Well it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

We were in a section of town I knew well
That the hares could elude me, there's no way in hell
The hares headed east but I sped to the west
The pack told me "no" but of course I knew best

Well it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

They would head to the tunnel all dark, damp and drear
I would wait by the exit for them to appear
I spotted some flour and I was so glad
But after an hour I knew I'd been had

Well it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

Quick as a rabbit I headed on back
To try to catch up with the back of the pack
I looked 'cross the river and by a saloon
Was the whole bloody pack showing me the full moon

Well it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

It took me forever to get to that bar
To get 'cross the river I had to run far
The pack had all left me now this is just crap
Ne'er again will I fall for a short-cutters trap

Well it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short cutter, no never no more