Blue Tail Fly

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 tailed fly

Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
Perhaps she'll die

And when he'd ride in the afternoon
I'd follow after with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by the blue tailed fly

Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas

I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
Perhaps she'll die

One day he'd ride around the farm
The flies so numerous they did swarm
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
The devil take the blue tailed fly

Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas
Flies in the buttermilk goober peas

I know an old lady who swallowed a cheese and rye
Perhaps she'll die