Often it is tough to find a drink.
This causes much consternation and worry for an Ale Knight.
When times are tough, when friends are far,
when thirst is towering overhead like a black shadowy demon,
the Ale Knight says this prayer.
| Our Lager, 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 in incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the Beer, the Bitter and the Lager, For ever and ever. Barmen. |
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