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The Blue Tail Fly
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 Chorus: Jimmie crack com and I don't care Jimmie crack com and I don't care Jimmie crack com and I don't care, my masters gone away When he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow with my hickory broom The pony being rather shy When bitten by the Blue Tail Fly Chorus Once when he rode around the farm The flies about him thick and swarm The pony which was very shy Was bitten by the Blue Tail Fly Chorus The pony run, he jump, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died; the jury wondered why The verdict was: "the Blue Tail Fly" Chorus They laid him under a 'simmon tree His epitaph is there to see Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie A victim of the Blue Tail Fly Chorus
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Favorite Camp Songs
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