Israelites

Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites

Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Ima wondering working for hard
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
Poor me Israelites
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me

I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
Poor me Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed"

My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

I look a-down and out, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

Poor me Israelites

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
Poor me Israelites
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir