When I was young I used to wait On my master and give him his plate And pass the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue-tail fly. 
Chorus: Give me cracked corn and I don’t care Give me cracked corn and I don’t care Give me cracked corn and I don’t care My Master’s gone away 
He’d ride around in the afternoon I’d follow after with a hickory broom His pony being rather shy When bitten by a blue-tail fly. 
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One day he rode about the farm The flies so numerous they did swarm One chanced to bite him on the thigh The devil take the blue-tail fly 
The pony run, he jump, he pitch He throw’d my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the blue-tail fly 
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They laid him neath a ’simmon tree His epitaph is there to see Beneath this rock I’m forced to lie The victim of the blue-tail fly. 
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