The Blue-tail Fly/Jimmie Crack Corn
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When I was young I used to wait
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On master and hand him his plate.
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And pass the bottle when he got dry,
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And brush away the blue-tail fly.
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Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.
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Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.
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Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.
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My master's gone away.
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And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
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I'd follow after with a hickory broom.
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The pony being rather shy
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When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
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One day he rode around the farm,
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The flies so numerous they did swarm.
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One chanced to bite him on the thigh,
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The devil take the blue-tail fly.
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The pony run, he jump, he pitch,
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he threw my master in a ditch.
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He died and the jury wondered why.
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The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
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They buried him 'neath a 'simmon tree,
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his epitaph is there to see,
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Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
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A victim of the blue-tail fly.
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