A Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sah A7 So that every mouth can be fed D E A F G Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah A Wife and kids, dem pack up and-a leave me A7 Darling, she said, I was yours to receive D E A C D Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah. A Shirt dem a tear up, trousers a go A7 I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde D E A C D Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah A After a storm there must be a calm A7 Catch me in your farm..you sound an alarm D E A C D Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah ( D E A ) Poor, poor me, me-Israelite Poor, poor me, me-Israelite Poor, poor me, me-Israelite