2.                                           BLUETAIL FLY



When I was young I used to wait

On my 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



And when he'd ride in the afternoon

I'd follow after with my hickory broom

The pony being rather shy

When bitten by    the blue-tail fly



CHORUS:



One day he ride around the farm

Flies so numerous  they did swarm

One chanced to bite him on the thigh

The devil    take the blue-tail fly



CHORUS:

MUSIC



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



CHORUS:



He lay under  the 'simmon tree

His epitaph is there to see

"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie

The victim of      the blue-tail fly"



CHORUS:

The Masters gone away