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When I was young I used to wait
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On master and hand him his plate
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Pass him the bottle when he got dry
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And brush away the blue-tail fly
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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My master's gone away
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When he would ride in the afternoon
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I'd follow him with my hickory broom
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The pony being rather shy
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When bitten by the blue-tail fly
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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My master's gone away
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One day he rode around the farm
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Flies so numerous that they did swarm
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One chanced to bite him on the thigh
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The devil take the blue-tail fly
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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My master's gone away
Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
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My master's gone away
Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly"
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