Darlin' Corey

Wake up wake up darling Corey

What makes you sleep so sound

The revenue officers are coming

They're gonna tear your still-house down.

Well the first time I seen darling Corey

She was sitting by the banks of the sea

Had a forty-four around her body

And a five-string on her knee.

Go away go away darling Corey

Quit hanging around my bed

Your liquor has ruined my body

Pretty women gone to my head.

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

Dig a hole in the cold damp ground

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

We're gonna lay darling Corey down.

Can't you hear them bluebirds a-singing

Don't you hear that mournful sound

They're preaching darling Corey's funeral

In some lonesome graveyard ground.