Our Lager, |
Which art in barrels, |
Hallowed be thy drink. |
Thy will be drunk (I will be drunk) |
At home as it is in the tavern. |
Give us this day our foamy head, |
And forgive us our spillages, |
As we forgive those who spill against us. |
And lead us not to incarceration, |
But deliver us from hangovers. |
For thine is the beer, the bitter, the lager, Barmen. |
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