| When I was young I used to wait | 
| On the boss and give him his plate | 
| And Pass the bottle when he got dry | 
| And brush away the blue-tail fly | 
| 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 a hickory broom | 
| The pony being rather shy | 
| When bitten by a blue-tail fly | 
| 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 ride 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| They lay him under a 'simmon tree | 
| His epitaph is there to see | 
| «Beneath this stone I’m forced to lie | 
| The victim of a blue-tail fly» | 
| 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 | 
| The master’s gone away |