(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