Verse1. When I was young I used to wait

Verse2. And when he'd ride in the afternoon,

Verse3. One day he rode around the farm,

Verse4. The pony run, he jump, he pitch,

Verse5. They buried him 'neath a 'simmon tree,

On master and hand him his plate.

I'd follow after with a hickory broom.

The flies so numerous they did swarm.

he threw my master in a ditch.

his epitaph is there to see,

And pass the bottle when he got dry,

The pony being rather shy

One chanced to bite him on the thigh,

He died and the jury wondered why.

Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,

And brush away the blue-tail fly.

When bitten by the blue-tail fly.

The devil take the blue-tail fly.

The verdict was the blue-tail fly.

A victim of the blue-tail fly.

Chrs: 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.