(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 You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Oooh, oooh mi Israelites