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Late on night coming
home from the Boar's Head Ying was heard to say before he went to sleep... Our Lager Which art in barrels Hallowed be the drink. Thy will be drunk At home as it is in the pub. And forgive us our spillages as we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not to incarceration But deliver us from hangovers For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager Forever and ever. BARMEN. -Ying
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