When I was young, I used to wait A master, and give him his plate. And pass the butter when he was dry, And brush away The Blue Tail Fly.
CHORUS; (VM&W) Jimmy cracked corn, and I don't care, Jimmy cracked corn, and I don't care, Jimmy cracked corn, and I don't care, My master's gone away.
(VM) When he'd ride in the afternoon, I'd follow after with a hickory broom, The pony being rather shy, When bitten by the Blue Tail Fly.
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(VM) One day he ride around the farm, The flies so num'rous, they did swarm, One chanced to bite him on the thigh, The devil take the Blue Tail Fly.
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(VM) The pony run, he jumped, he pitched, He threw my master in the ditch. He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the Blue Tail Fly.
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(VM) They lay him under a cin'mon tree His epitaph is there to see. "Beneath this stone, I'm forced to lie, A victim of the Blue Tail Fly".
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