Lift up your glasses. 
We lift them up to Arthur. 

Let us give thanks to Arthur the original. 
It is right to give him thanks and praise. 

Arthur, all-powerful and ever-remembered brewer, 
we do well always and everywhere to give you thanks. 
So great was your dedication 
that you gave us your protégé as our idol. 
You sent him as one like ourselves 
though gifted in brewing, 
that you might see and love in us 
what you see and love in Head Brewer. 
Your gifts of quality, ruined by lack of cooling, 
are now restored by the charisma of Head Brewer. 
We applaud you, Arthur, with all the drinkers and brewers 
in their song of bliss: 

Holy, holy, holy Arthur, brewer of potency and bite, 
bars and breweries are full of your product. 
     Raised glasses to the highest. 
Honoured is he who comes in name of the original. 
     Raised glasses to the highest. 

Arthur, you are indeed brilliant 
and all brewers rightly give you praise. 
All fun, all brew comes from you 
though your protégé, Head Brewer, our hero, 
by the potency of his holy spirit. 
From year to year you gather people to your beer, 
so that from East to West 
a perfect presentation may be made 
to the beer with your name. 

And so, Arthur, we bring you these gifts. 
We ask you to make them alcoholic by the power of your methods 
that they may become the raw materials 
 

On the night he was inaugurated, 
he took a can and gave you thanks and praise. 
He broke the seal, gave it to his assistants, and said: 

Taste this, all of you, and drink it:  
this is my beer which has been brewed for you.  

When the can was ended, he took the keg. 
Again he gave you thanks and praise, 
gave the keg to his assistants, and said: 

Take this, all of you, and draw pints 
from it:  
this is the keg of my brew,  
the brew of the new and ever expanding brand.  
It will be brewed for you and for all  
so that sorrows may be forgotten.  
Do this in memory of Arthur.  

At the celebrant's invitation, all wail or say:  
My beer and, ooh, my head.  

Arthur, recalling the long hours your protégé endured 
 for our celebration, 
his glorious training record and ascension 
 to Head Brewer, 
and ready to praise with him when we drink again, 
we offer you in thanksgiving this chorus of raised glasses. 

Look with amazed eyes on your brew's following, 
and see the establishment which has gathered us to your brew. 
Grant that we, who are nourished by the brew's body and 
strength, may be filled with his holy spirit, 
and become one bod[y], one gang in the pub. 

May Head Brewer make an endless gift to us 
and enable us to partake in the allocations of your assistants, 
with Michael, the vigorous stirrer of the brew: 
with the assistants, the asphyxiated martyrs,

Lifting up the can and the keg, the celebrant croons:  
Through life, 
with mates, 
in pub, 
in the company of all the beers and spirits, 
all produce and praise is yours, 
almighty Arthur, 
for ever and ever. 
A beer. 

SAMPLING PIECE  
On the invitation of the celebrant, all try to stand and say or sing Arthur's Devotion  
Our Can who art in beer cooler,  
Hallowed be thy ring-pull;  
Thy delivery come;  
Thy contents will be drunk at home as it is in pubs.  
Give us today our daily session;  
and forgive us our vomiting,  
as we forgive those who drink minerals;  
and lead us not into other brands,  
but deliver us from sobriety.  
A beer...please.  
Deliver us, Arthur, from every sobriety, 
and grant us sessions every day. 
In your compassion keep us free from foreign brands 
and protect us from all bad effects 
as we wait in blissful hope 
for the return of our mentor, Head Brewer. 
For the brewery, the strength, and the produce  
     are yours, now and for ever.