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.

When I was young I used to wait
on master and hand him his plate.
And pass the bottle when he got dry,
and brush away the Blue Tail Fly.

And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
I'd follow after with a hickory broom.
The pony being very shy,
When bitten by a Blue Tail Fly