Our Father, who is a Rider
Hallowed be thy Canadian game
Thy championship will come, the play will be run At home as it is away.
Give us this day our Sunday win
And forgive us our turnovers
Though we pounce on those who turnover against us And lead us not into 3rd
and long But deliver us the Grey Cup
And a different one:
Our quarterback,
Who art in Edmonton...
Darian be thy name...
Thy game be done,
Thy will be WON,
In Commonwealth
As it was in Mosaic...
Give us this game
The Grey Cup Game
And forget about Calgary's whiners...
As we forgive those
Who can't measure up to us.
Lead us not into interception,
But deliver us from Calvillo...
For thine are the Riders with Power and Glory.
Forever and ever,
The Grey Cup we WILL claim.
Amen
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