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(lyrics by desmond dekker)
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
Who am I workin' for? 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
Uou catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Oooh, oooh mi israelites
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