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 pub
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.
Forever and ever,

– Anonymous