The Blue-tail Fly/Jimmie Crack Corn               
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When I was young I used to wait on master and     
hand him his plate, and pass the bottle when he   
got dry, and brush away the blue-tail fly.        
                                                  
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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. My         
    master's gone away.                           
                                                  
And 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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One day he rode around the farm, The flies so     
numerous they did swarm. One chanced to bite him  
on the thigh, The devil take the blue-tail fly.   
                                                  
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The pony run, he jump, he pitch, he threw my      
master in a ditch. He died and the jury wondered  
why. The verdict was the blue-tail fly.           
                                                  
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They buried him 'neath a 'simmon 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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