The Blue Tail Fly

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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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