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DE BLUE-TAIL FLY |
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pass de bot-tle when he git dry An'bresh a - way de blue-tail fly.
Den arter dinner Massa sleep, He bid dis Nigger vigil keep; An' when he gwine to shut his eye, He tell me watch de blue-tail fly.
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An' when he ride in de arternoon, I foiler wid a hickory broom; De pony being berry shy, When bitten by de blue-tail fly.
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One day he ride aroun' de farm; De flies so numerous dey did swarm; One chance to bite 'im on de thigh, De debble take dat blue-tail fly.
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De pony run, he jump an' pitch, An' tumble Massa in de ditch. He died, an' de jury wondered why; De verdic' was de blue-tail fly.
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Dey laid 'im under a 'simmon tree; His epitaph am dar to see: "Beneath dis stone I'm forced to lie, All by de means ob de blue-tail fly."
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