.Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir>So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites Aah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir>So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to b.
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