Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelite, aah.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelite.
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, Israelite.
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, Israelite.
After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor a poor me, Israelite, aah.
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelite, sir.
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, Israelite, sir.
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, Israelite, sir.
After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor a poor me, Israelite, yee.
Poor me, the Israelite.
I wondering a working so hard.
Poor me, Israelite,
Look down on-a me sir.
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