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 Mule Pub.

Give us this day, our foamy head,

And forgive us for our spillage,

As we forgive those who spill on us.

And lead us not into incarceration,

But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the beer, the bitter and the lager.

For ever and ever

BARMEN.