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  • Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite
    Wife an' my kids, they are pack up an' 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 an' Clyde
    Poor me Israelite
    After a storm there must be a calm
    If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
    Poor me Israelite
    I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    I said, my wife an' my kids, they are packed up an' leave me
    ‽Darling”, she said, ‽I was yours to be seen”
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    Look, the shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go
    I don't want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    After a storm there must be a calm
    If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite
  • Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite
    Wife an' my kids, they are pack up an' 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 an' Clyde
    Poor me Israelite
    After a storm there must be a calm
    If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
    Poor me Israelite
    I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
    So that every mouth can be fed
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    I said, my wife an' my kids, they are packed up an' leave me
    ‽Darling”, she said, ‽I was yours to be seen”
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    Look, the shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go
    I don't want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde
    Poor me Israelite, sir
    After a storm there must be a calm
    If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite
    Poor me Israelite