.Poor me, Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir>
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, Israelites
My wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me, Israelites
Well, shirt them a tear-.
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