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Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
The Master's gone away.

When I was young I used to wait
On my Master and bring him his plate,
And give him the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue tail fly.

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When he would ride around the farm,
So numerous the flies they all would swarm,
One chanced to bite him on the thigh,
Oh, the devil take the blue tail fly.

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When he would ride in the afternoon,
I would follow with the hickory broom,
The pony began to run and shy,
When bitten by the blue tail fly.

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The pony run, he jumped, he pitched,
He threw my Master in the ditch,
And when he died the juries asked why,
I blamed it on the blue-tail fly

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They burried him under the 'simmon tree,
His epitaph was there to see:
"Upon this stone I'm forced to lie
A victim of the blue tail fly."

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