La partition « The blue-tail fly »

 

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1. When I was young I used to wait
On my master and give him his plate
And pass the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue-tail fly.

Give me cracked corn and I don't care
Give me cracked corn and I don't care
Give me cracked corn and I don't care
My Master's gone away

2. He'd ride around in the afternoon
I'd follow after with a hickory broom
His pony being rather shy
When bitten by a blue-tail fly.

3. One day he rode about the farm
The flies so numerous they did swarm
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
The devil take the blue-tail fly

4. The pony run, he jump, he pitch
He throw'd my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly

5. They laid him neath a 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
Beneath this rock I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly.

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