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Get up in the slaving for bread, sir
So every mouth can be fed
Poor me

Get up in the slaving for bread, sir
So that mouth can be fed
Poor me

My wife an' my them a pack up an' a leave me
Darlin' she said, "I was to be seen"
Poor me

Shirt dem a tear-up a go
I don't want to end up Bonny and Clyde
Poor me

After a storm there must be a
You catch me in your farm, you your alarm
Poor me

I said, "I get up in the slaving for bread, sir
So that every can be fed"
Poor me

My wife an' my kids them a up an' a leave me
she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me

Look, shirt dem a trousers a go
I want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Poor me

a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your
Poor me

A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me
Ima wondering working for
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me
I a-down and out, sir