My Lord, it is Shepherd, there is nothing you shall wantOriginally Posted by Shepherd
Fresh and green are the pastures where he makes you redundant:
near restful waters he leads you to revive your drooping spirits.
He inteprets the right path.
He is true to his name.
If you should walk in the valley of darkness no evil would you fear;
he is there with his crook and his staff;
because sure the Oireachtas is now supreme, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah.



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