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When I was a boy I used to wait
On master's table and pass his plate,
Hand round the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the blue-tailed fly.
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.
When he would ride in the afternoon
I'd follow him with my hickory broom,
The pony being quite like to shy
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
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.
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.
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.
The pony run, he jump, he pitch,
He threw my master in the ditch;
He died, and the jury wondered why,
The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
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.
They laid him under a 'simmon tree,
His epitaph is there to see,
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
The victim of the blue-tail fly.
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.
Old masters gone, now let him rest,
They say all things are for the best;
I'll never forget 'till the day I die,
Old master and the blue-tail fly.
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.
The hornet gets in your eyes and nose,
The skeeter bites you through your clothes,
The gallinipper sweeten high,
But worser yet the blue-tail fly.
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. |