The Blue Tail Fly |
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Lyrics: When I was young I used to wait On my master and hand him his plate And Pass the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away And when he’d ride in the afternoon I'd follow after with my hickory broom The pony being rather shy When bitten by the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away One day he ride around the farm Flies so numerous they did swarm One chanced to bite him on the thigh The devil take the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away The pony run, he jump, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away He lay under the 'simmon tree His epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie The victim of the blue-tail fly" Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away The Masters gone away |
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