Jimmy Crack Corn
"Jimmy Crack Corn" is also called "Blue Tail Fly".
Jimmy Crack Corn
Folk Song
When I was young I used to wait
On the master and hand him his plate;
And pass the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the blue tail fly.
(Chorus)
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 rather shy,
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
The pony run, he jump and pitch,
And tumble master in the ditch;
He died, the jury wondered why,
The verdict was the blue tail fly.
(Chorus)
They buried him 'neath the sycamore tree
His epitaph is there to see,
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
A victim of a blue tail fly."
(Chorus)
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