Blue-Tail Fly
Traditional - Daniel D. Emmet

   Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care (3x)
   The master’s gone away

When I was young I used to wait
On master and I give him the plate
And passed the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue-tail fly

And when he’d ride in the afternoon
I’d follow after with a hickory broom
The pony being a little bit shy
When bitten by the blue-tail fly

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

The pony jump, 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

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

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

The hornet gets in eyes and nose
The skeeter bites you through your clothes
The gallinipper flies up high
The worst one is the blue-tail fly

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