We gave him our trust, that bugger the shepherd
That leper the shepherd who f**ed all our sheep
We gave him our trust, that bugger the shepherd
He worked in our name and got paid with our fee
And the butcher did love him, that bugger the shepherd
The butcher did call him the leader of the gang
And gave him protection wherever he travelled
Fleecing our sheep and roving our lands
He drove a Rolls Royce, that bugger the shepherd
He drove a Rolls Royce, and he smoked a cigar
He wore a gold necklace, that leper the shepherd
He buggered our lambs and we paid for the car
He f**ed all our sheep in the back of the Rolls
f**ed all our sheep and he f**ed all our lambs
He pushed his fat fist deep into their bowels
And then he came grinning and shook all our hands
We should have k**ed him and skinned him, that leper the shepherd
But the butcher did call him the leader of the gang
And give him protection wherever he travelled
And so he died old, a very rich man
They buried him upright, that leper the shepherd
In a bunker of concrete with a padlock of steel
They buried him upright, that bugger the shepherd
And the butcher is still in command of the hill