| lyric | When I was young, I used to wait on master
and I gave him the plate,
Ans ass the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the bluetail fly.
Chorus
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.
2. And when he’d ride in the afternoon
I’d follow after with a hickory broom,
The pony being very shy,
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
3. One day when ridin’ round 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!’
4. The ponyjump, he run, he pitch,
He threw my master in the ditch,
He died and the jury wondered why,
The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
5. We laid him under a ’simmon tree,
His epitaph was there to see,
Beneath this stone I’m forced to lie -
Victim of a blue-tail fly.’
6. Ol’ master’s dead and gone to rest,
They say all things is for the best.
I’ll never forget till the day I die
Ol’ master and the blue-tail fly.
7. The hornet gets in eyes and nose,
The Skeeter bites you through your clothes.
The gallinipper flies up high,
The worst one’s the blue-tail fly. |