The Israelites
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, ; so that every mouth can be fed. ; Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. ; Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, ; So that every mouth can be fed. ; Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. ; My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me. ; Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen. ; Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. ; Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. ; I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. ; Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. ; After a storm there must be a calm. ; They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm. ; Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. ; Poor me, the Israelite. ; I wonder who I'm working for. ; Poor me, Israelite, ; I look a-down and out, sir.; 