Which art in barrels,

Hallowed be thy drink.

Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),

At home as in the tavern.

Give us this day our toenail ends,

And forgive us our spillages,

As we forgive those who spill buckie against us.

And lead us not to incarceration,

But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the bo, The Tonic and The Buckie.

Forever and ever,

Barmen.