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.
，The Blue-tail fly