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The BOJ Players Pray
Our Lager, Which Ferment In Barrels.
Hallowed Be Thy Drink.
Thou Will Be Drunk,
(I Will Be Drunk)
At Home, As It Is In Thy Pub.
Give Us On This Day, Our Foamy Head.
And Forgive Us Of Our Spillages,
And Those Who Have Spilled On To Us.
Which Will Lead Us Not To Incarceration,
But Deliver Us From Hangovers.
For Barley Is They Sweetness,
Hops Is Thy Bitterness.
For Thy Lager, Is Thy Blood Of Our Savior.
Thy Beer.
BARMEN...
The
B.O.J.
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