The Blue-tail fly

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.
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