Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oooh, oooh mi Israelites.

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oooh, oooh mi Israelites.

Mi wife an' ma kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Darling she said I was yours to be seen
Oooh, oooh mi Israelites
(x3)

Who am I workin' for?
(x2)

Cho! Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
I don't wan' to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Oooh, oooh mi Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Oooh, oooh mi Israelites
(x3)

Oooh, oooh mi Israelites
(x6)

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