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Jim Crack Corn or The Blue Tail Fly
When I was young I used to wait
On Massa's tablle an pass de plate;
An han around de bottle when he git dry,
And bresh away de blue tail fly.
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Jim crack corn I don't care,
Jim crack corn I don't care,
Jim crack corn I don't care,
Ole Massa gone away.
Den arter dinner massa sleep,
He bid dis nigger vigil keep;
An' when he gwine to shut his eye,
He tell me watch de blue tail fly.
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An' when he ride in de arternoon,
I foller wid a hickory broom;
De poney being berry shy,
When bitten by de blue tail fly.
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One day he rode aroun' de farm,
De flies so numerous dey did swarm;
One chance to bite 'im on the thigh,
De debble take dat blu tail fly.
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De poney run, he jump, an' pitch,
An' tumble massa in de ditch;
He died, an' de jury wonder'd why,
De verdic was, de blue tail fly.
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Dey laid 'im under a 'simmon tree,
His epitaph am dar to see;
'Beneath dis stone I'm forced to lie,
All by de means ob de blue tail fly.
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Ole Massa's gone, now let 'im rest,
Dey say all tings am for de best;
I neber shall forget till de day I die,
Ole Massa an' de blue tail fly.
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De hornet gets in your eyes an nose,
De skeeter bites y'e through your close,
De gallinipper sweeten high,
But wusser yet de blue tail fly.
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