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Israelites lyrics

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

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

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