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

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
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

Repeat Chorus Twice