Blue-Tail Fly

When I was young I used to wait
On master and hand him his plate,
Pass him 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.

When he would ride in the afternoon,
I'd follow him with my hickory broom.
The pony being rather shy -
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.

One day he rode around the farm.
Flies so numerous that they did swarm.
One chanced to bite him on the thigh,
The devil take the blue-tail fly

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

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."