BLUE-TAIL FLY       from America
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When I was young I used to wait
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On Massa, and hand him the 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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Jimmie, crack corn, and I don t care,
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Jimmie, crack corn, and I don t care,
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Jimmie, crack corn, and I don't care,
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My massa's  gone  away.



And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
I'd follow after with a hickory broom,
The pony being very shy,
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.

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One day while riding round 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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The pony ran, he jump, he kick,
He throwed old Massa in the ditch.
He died, and the jury wondered why.
The verdick was - the blue-tail fly!

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They laid him 'neath a 'simmon tree,
His epitaph for all to see:
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
A victim of the blue-tail fly!"

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