Текст песни 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 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