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When I was young I us’d to wait
On Massa and hand him de plate;
Pass down 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. |
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Den arter dinner massa sleep,
He bid dis niggar vigil keep;
An’ when he gwine to shut his eye,
He tell me watch de blue 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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An’ when he ride in de artenonn,
I foller wid a hickory broom;
De poney being berry shy,
When bitten by 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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One day he rode aroun’ de farm,
De flies so nummerous dey did swarm;
One chance to bite ’im on the thigh,
De debble take dat blue tail fly.
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Ole massa gone, now let ’im rest,
Dey say all tings am for de best;
I nebber forget till de day I die,
Ole massa an’ dat blue tail fly.
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