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 One chanced to bite him on the thigh The 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 The pony run, he jump and pitch And tumble mater in the ditch He died, and the jury wondered why The verdict was 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 They buried him 'neath the sycamore tree His epitaph there for to see: "Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie The victim of a blue-tailed 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