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I 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.Cho! shirt dem a tear-up
trousers a go,
I don't wan' to end up like Bonny and Clyde, [ie, full of holes]
ooh, 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.
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