Jimmy Crack Corn (Blue Tail Fly) - Chords, Lyrics and Origins

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Keep doing it Do it again What? There is quite a lot of debate about the meaning of the line, 'Jimmy crack corn'. Over the years, several variants have appeared. Songs have a very rich history which is being lost.

For massa me gave away. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. So Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like Oh, yeah!

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For the song by , see. It regained currency as a in the 1940s at the beginning of the and has since become a popular children's song. Over the years, several variants have appeared. The basic narrative remains intact. On the surface, the song is a 's lament over his white 's death in a horseriding accident. The song, however, can be—and is—interpreted as having a subtext of celebration about that death and of the slave's having contributed to it through deliberate negligence or even. This article may contain , , or examples. Please by adding more descriptive text and removing. See Wikipedia's for further suggestions. March 2017 Jim Crack Corn or the Blue tail Fly 1846 When I was young I us'd to wait On Massa and hand him de plate; Pass down de bottle when he git dry, And bresh away de blue tail fly. Jim crack corn I don't care, Jim crack corn I don't care, Jim crack corn I don't care, Ole Massa gone away. Den arter dinner massa sleep, He bid dis niggar vigil keep; An' when he gwine to shut his eye, He tell me watch de blue tail fly. An' when he ride in de arternoon, I foller wid a hickory broom; De poney being berry shy When bitten by de blue tail fly. One day he rode aroun' de farm, De flies so numerous dey did swarm; One chance to bite 'im on the thigh, De debble take dat blu tail fly. De poney run, he jump an' pitch, An' tumble massa in de ditch; He died, an' de jury wonder'd why De verdic was de blue tail fly. Dey laid 'im under a 'simmon tree, His epitaph am dar to see: 'Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie, All by de means ob de blue tail fly. Ole massa gone, now let 'im rest, Dey say all tings am for de best; I nebber forget till de day I die, Ole massa an' dat blue tail fly. De hornet gets in your eyes an nose, De skeeter bites y'e through your close, De gallinipper sweeten high, But wusser yet de blue tail fly. De Blue Tail Fly. A Negro Song 1846 O when you come in summer time, To 's sultry clime, If in de shade you chance to lie, You'll soon find out de blue tail fly, An scratch 'im wid a brier too. Dar's many kind ob dese here tings, From diff'rent sort ob insects springs; Some hatch in June, an some July, But August fotches de blue tail fly, An scratch 'im wid a brier too. When I was young, I used to wait On Massa's table an hand de plate; I'de pass de bottle when he dry, An brush away de blue tail fly. Den arter dinner massa sleep, He bid me vigilance to keep; An when he gwine to shut he eye, He tell me watch de blue tail fly. When he ride in de arternoon, I foller wid a hickory broom; De poney being berry shy, When bitten by de blue tail fly. One day he rode aroun de farm, De flies so numerous did swarm; One chance to bite 'im on de thigh, De debble take dat blue tail fly. 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. Ole Massa's gone, now let him rest, Dey say all tings am for de best; I neber shall forget till de day I die, Ole Massa an de blue tail fly. De hornet gets in your eyes an nose, De skeeter bites y'e through your close, De gallinipper sweeten high, But wusser yet de blue tail fly. Jim Crack com', I don't care, Jim Crack com', I don't care, Jim Crack com', I don't care. Ole Massa well a-day. When I was home, I used to wait On Massa—han' him roun' de plate; I pass'd de bottle when he was dry, An' brush'd away de blue-tail fly. De pony jump'd, he rear'd, he pitch'd, He tumbled Massa in a ditch; De wonder was he didn't die, When bitten by de blue-tail fly. Dey buried him 'neath a simmon tree; His paragraph is dere, you'll see; Beneath de shade he's forced to lie, All by de means ob de blue-tail fly. Ole Massa's dead, so let him res'; Dey say all tings is for de bes'. I shall neber forget to de day I die, Ole Massa an' de blue-tail fly. Jim crack corn I don't care! For massa me gave away. When I was young I used to wait, On massa's table and hand de plate, I'd pass the bottle when he dry, An brush away de blue tail fly. When ole massa take his sleep, He bid dis nigga sight to keep, And when he gows to shut his eye, He tell me watch dat blue tail fly. Ole massa ride in arternoon, I follow arter wid a hickory broom, De pony he is bery shy, Kase he bitten by de blue tail fly. De pony run dar jump an pitch, He trowed ole massa in the ditch, He died an de Jury all did cry, Dat de verdict was de blue tail fly. Ole massa's dead now let him rest, Dey say all tings am for de best, I nebber shall forget till the day I die, Ole massa and de blue tail fly. Jim crack corn I don't care, Jim crack corn I don't care, Jim crack corn I don't care, Ole Massa gone away. Den arter dinner massa sleep, He bid dis niggar vigil keep; An' when he gwine to shut his eye, He tell me watch de blue-tail fly. An' when he ride in de arternoon, I foller wid a hickory broom; De poney being berry shy, When bitten by de blue-tail fly. One day he rode around de farm, De flies so numerous dey did swarm; One chance to bite him on the thigh De debble take dat blue-tail fly. 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. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. Dar's many kind ob curious tings, From different sort ob inseck springs; Some hatch in June an' some July, But Augus fotches de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. When I was young I used to wait On massa table and hand de plate I'd pass de bottle when he dry, Den brush away de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. Den arter dinner massa sleeps, He bid dis nigga vigils keeps; An' when he gwine to shut his eye, He tell me watch de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. When he ride in de arternoon, I foller wid a hickory brom; De pony being berry shy, When bitten by de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. One day he rode aroun de farm, De flies so numerous did swarm, One chance to bite 'im on de thigh, De debil take de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. De pony run he jump an pitch, An' tumbl'd massa in de ditch; He died and de jury wondered why— De verdic was de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. Dey laid him under a 'simmon tree, His epitaph am dere to see 'Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie, All by de means 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. De hornet gets in your eyes and nose, De skeeter bite you troo your clothes; De yalla nipper sweeten high, But wusser yet de blue tail fly. An' scratch 'um wid a briar too. From Children of Destiny 1893 When I was young, I useter to wait Behine ole marster, han' he plate, An' pass de bottle when he dry, An' bresh away dat blue-tail fly. Jim, crack corn, I doan' keer, Jim, crack corn, I doan' keer, Jim, crack corn, I doan' keer, Ole—marster's—gone—away! The four-part chorus favors a single bass and three tenors: the first and third tenors harmonize in thirds with the second completes the triads or doubles the root, sometimes crossing the melody line. Its simplicity has made it a common beginner's tune for acoustic guitar. The first verses usually establish that the singer was initially a. This is possibly the or , but probably the , a with a blue-black found throughout the. In this, the singer, ultimately, is unsuccessful; the horse , and the master is thrown and killed. There has been much debate, however, over the subtext. The debate has been further muddled by changes to the refrain over time. Another uncommon variant appeared in the 1847 Songs of Ireland published in New York: it has the slave being given away by the master. The present song is generally credited to 's , whose shows in New York City in the mid-1840s helped raise to national attention. It was also a common song of 's. The song was first published with two distinct sets of lyrics in and in 1846, although it is sometimes mistakenly dated to 1844. However, as with later hits, it is quite possible Emmett simply received credit for arranging and publishing an existing African-American song. The song was certainly picked up by slaves and became widely popular among them. The chorus of the song not uncommonly appeared in the middle of other African-American folk songs, one of which may have been its original source. The song differed from other minstrel tunes in long remaining popular among African Americans: it was recorded by both and after. Throughout the 19th century, it was usually accompanied by the harmonica or by which mimicked the buzzing of the fly which on at least one occasion was noted disrupting the , Australia. Lincoln would ask his friend to sing and play it on his and likely played along on his harmonica. It is said that he asked for it to be played as the lead-in to his. All the same, Seeger claimed to have been present when first taught the song to Burl Ives for a radio show and their duet at the in New York City in 1993 was Ives' last public performance. It charted Billboard number 15 in the US and number 8 in the UK. Seeger maintained that the song's subtext gave it a element but began with 1953's American Folksongs for Children to perform and market the work as a children's sing-along. The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience. Why, they don't even care if Jimmy crack corn. George and I don't care... Pomfritt's Political Science class. This probably refers to ' Ethiopian Glee Book, which has sometimes been mistakenly attributed to 1844; in fact, that series did not begin publishing until 1847 and did not include Christy's version of this song until its 1848 edition. Hosted by the Temple Sheet Music Collections at the Temple University Libraries. Accessed July 1, 2014. University of Illinois Press , 1999. Random House New York , 2009. Love and Theft: Blackface Minstrelsy and the American Working Class, pp. Oxford University Press Oxford , 1993. Reprinted in Mahar, pp. Accessed July 1, 2014. Dan Emmett and the Rise of Early Negro Minstrelsy, pp. University of Oklahoma Press , 1962. American Favorite Ballads, Vol. Dover Publications New York , 2000. New York , 1847. Harvard University Press , 1925. Accessed 3 July 2014. Elias Howe Boston , 1848. Oliver Ditson Boston , 1882. Strong New York , c. Accessed July 1, 2014. Johnson Boston , 1846. Accessed 8 Jul 2014. Archived from PDF on April 23, 2009. In Gary Mullen ed. Foote Lantern Slide Collection. Accessed 2 Jul 2014. Chambers London , 1908. ¹ Oxford University Press Oxford , 1893. Accessed 6 Jul 2014. Accessed 6 Jul 2014. Dat pony r'ar, dat pony kick, An' flinged old Master in de ditch. Accessed January 2, 2006. Swords New York , 1803. Harvard University Press , 2003. The Negro in American History, Vol. Now ol' master dead and gone An' lef' dis Nigger a-hoein' up corn. Jim crack corn, I don't care... Accessed July 2, 2014. Music Sales New York , 1961. Archived from on December 12, 2008. Retrieved November 16, 2008. Accessed September 10, 2005. Accessed September 10, 2005.

Den arter dinner massa sleep, He bid dis niggar vigil keep; An' when he gwine to shut his eye, He tell me watch de blue tail fly. So Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like Oh, yeah. Cecil Adams Send questions to Cecil via. Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was jimmy crack corn blue-tail fly. Why, they don't even care if Jimmy crack corn. We're not saying the song is bad or anything; rejoicing at the death of evil jimmy crack corn necessarily evil itself. Ole massa gone, now let 'im rest, Dey say all tings am for de best; I nebber forget till de day I die, Ole massa an' dat blue tail fly. One day he rode aroun de farm, De flies so numerous did swarm, One chance to bite 'im on de thigh, De debil take de blue tail fly. Accessed 6 Jul 2014. Foote Lantern Slide Collection. And when he ride in the afternoon, I follow with a hickory broom; The poney being very shy, When bitten by the blue tail fly. Dar's many kind ob dese here tings, From diff'rent sort ob insects springs; Some hatch in June, an some July, But August fotches de blue tail fly, An scratch 'im wid a brier too.