Our Landlord
Which art in the Rose and Crown
Harold be thy name
Thy will be done
In the snug as it is in the taproom
Give us this day our daily skinful
And forgive us our indiscretions
as we forget those who blather against us
Lead us not into sobriety and deliver us from reality
For thine is the license, the beer and the ashtrays
But probably not forever
Amen