[A] Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir,

So that every mouth can be fed,

[D] Po[E]or me, [A] Israelites. [C]

[A] Mi wife an' ma kids they pack up an'a leave me,

"Darling" she said, "I was yours to receive",

[D] Po[E]or me, [A] Israelites. [C]

[A] Cho! shirt dem a tear-up, trousers a go,

I don' wan' to end up like Bonny and Clyde,

[D] Po[E]or me, [A] Israelites. [C]

[A] After a storm there mus' be a calming,

You catch me in your palm, you sound your alarm,

[D] Po[E]or me, [A] Israelites. [C]

Verse of just ukes

[A] Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir,

So that every mouth can be fed,

(Slowly) [D] Po[E]or me, [A] Israelite