作曲 : Daniel Decatur Emmett/1846
 If you should come in summer time,
 To Souf Carolina sultra clime,
 If in de shade you chance to lie,
 You'll soon find but dat blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 When I was young I used to wait,
 On massa's table and hand de plate,
 I'd pass the bottle when he get dry,
 An brush away de blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 Then after dinner massa sleep,
 He bid me vigilance to keep;
 And when he gwine to shut his eye,
 He tell me watch dat blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 When he ride in arternoon,
 I follow arter wid a hickory broom,
 De pony being bery shy,
 When bitten by de blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 One day he rode aroun de farm,
 De flies so numerous did swarm;
 One chance to bite him on de flight,
 De debble take dat blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 De pony run dar hop an pitch,
 And trowed ole massa in the ditch,
 He died an de Jury and wondered why,
 Dat de verdict was de blue tail fly.
 An scratch 'im wid a brier too.
 Dey laid him beneath a 'simmon tree,
 His epitaph am dere to see
 'Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
 The victim ob de blue tail fly.
 An' scratch 'um wid a briar too.
 Ole massa's gone, now let 'im rest,
 Dey say all tings am for de best;
 I neber shall forget till de day I die,
 Ole massa an' dat blue tail fly.
 An' scratch 'um wid a briar too.