Svart Drottningsylt Utan Blåbär

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hollowed be thy hops.
Thou will be drunk,
And I will be drunk,
At home as in the tavern.
Give us today our foamy head,
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 Ale, The Bitter and The Lager.
Forever and ever.
Barmen