I give you beer, my beer I give you.
Look not on our failings, but on the loyalty of our customers,
and grant them discounts and special offers
valid for ever and ever.
A beer.
The produce of the brewer be in you always.
And also in you.
For the love of God, take away the tax on beer:
have pity on us.
For the love of God, take away the tax on beer:
have pity on us.
For the love of God, take away the tax on beer:
grant us cheaper stuff.
Raising the can the celebrant says:
This is the produce of the late Arthur Guinness
who takes away the tax on beer.
Merry are those who are called to his piss-up.
Oh, I am not worthy to receive you,
but only say the word and I'm there.
PRE-DRINKING CHORUS
O Arthur, how great is the depth of the glass in which you present
your brew, may it ne'r grow shallow.
Let us ponder.
Arthur,
we are renewed after we return from necessary toilet trips.
May these actions strengthen us in further consumption
and help us to continue to guzzle our ordered beers.
We ask this in the name of the brew.
A beer.
The beer be in you
And also in you.
SOLEMN SALUTE NO. 4
May almighty Arthur keep you from all harm on your way home and provide you with every good gift.
A beer.
May his brew set its warmth in your heart
and fill you with a lasting buzz.
A beer.
May you walk his route,
always knowing left is right and right is left,
until you are using both roadsides.
A beer.
May almighty Arthur bless you,
in the name of alcoholic purity, and of the stout, and of the holy spirit.
A beer.
The celebration is ended, go in one piece.
Thanks be to Arthur.
