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 on the banks of the sea

Had a forty-four around her body

And a banjo 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, cold ground

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow

Gonna lay darling Corey down.



Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing

Don't you hear that mournful sound

They're preaching darling Corey's funeral

In some lonesome graveyard ground.



Wake up, wake up Darlin Corey

And go get me my gun

I ain't no man for fightin'

But I'll die before I run...