The Blue Tail Fly Pete Seeger

When I was young I used to wait
On the master and hand 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 ride in the afternoon
I follow with a hickory broom
The poney being very shy
When bitten by 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

One day he rode around the farm
The flies so numerous they did swarm
Onе chanced to bite him on the thigh
Thе devil take that 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