| When I was young I used to wait
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| On the boss and give him his plate
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| And Pass 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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| And when he’d ride in the afternoon
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| I’d follow after with a hickory broom
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| The pony being rather shy
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| When bitten by a 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 ride around the farm
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| The flies so numerous 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
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| The pony run, he jump, he pitch
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| He threw my master in the ditch
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| He died and the jury wondered why
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| 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
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| They lay him under a 'simmon tree
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| His epitaph is there to see
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| «Beneath this stone I’m forced to lie
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| The victim of a 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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| The master’s gone away |