Which art in barrels,
Hallowed by thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
I will be drunk,
At home as 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, and the lager,
Forever and ever