The Blue Tail Fly

When I was young, I used to wait on master.

And hand him his plate. I’d pass the bottle when he got dry.

And brush away the blue-tail fly.

CHORSU

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 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.