| When I was young I used to wait on my master and give him his plate and pass the bottle when he got dry and brush away the blue-tail fly Jimmy crack corn and I don't care (3x) my master's gone away And when he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow after with a hickory broom the pony being rather shy when bitten by a blue-tail fly Jimmy... One day while riding round 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... The pony ran, he jumped and kicked he threw my master in the ditch he died, and the jury wondered why the verdict was - the blue-tail fly Jimmy... They buried him under a hickory tree his epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie a victim of the blue-tail fly" Jimmy... |
