Our lager, which art in barrels, hollowed be thy drink. I will be drunk, at home as in the tavern. Give us this day our foamy head, and forgive us of our spillages, as we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not into incarceration, but deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the beer, he bitter and The lager forever and ever,
Barmen.
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