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Our Lager, which art in Barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as I am in taverns.
Give us this day, our foamy heads,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those
who spill suds against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers,
For thine is the Pilsner,
And the Porter, and the Bitter.
Forever and ever.
Barmen.
Anonymous
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