Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sah,
so that every mouth can be fed.
poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah.
#2.
Wife and kids, dem pack up and-a leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive.
poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah.
#3.
Shirt dem a tear up, trousers a go.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah.
#4.
After a storm there must be a calm.
catch me in your farm you sound an alarm.
poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah.
poor, poor me, me-Israelite.(x3)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.