When I was young, I used to wait on master. And hand him his plate. I’d pass the bottle when he got dry. And brush away the blue-tail fly. CHORSU 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 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 the blue-tail fly.
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