Wake up, wake up, darling CoreyWhat makes you sleep so sound?The revenue officers are comingThey're gonna tear your still house downDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowDig a hole in the cold, cold groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowGonna lay darling Corey downWell, the first time I saw darling CoreyShe was standing on the banks of the seaHad a .44 around herAnd a banjo on her kneeDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowDig a hole in the cold, cold groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowGonna lay darling Corey downWell, the last time I saw darling CoreyShe had a wine glass in her handShe was drinking away her troublesWith the low down sorry manDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowDig a hole in the cold, cold groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowGonna lay darling Corey downCan't you hear them bluebirds singing?Can't you hear that mournful sound?They're preaching Corey's funeralIn that lonesome graveyard groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowDig a hole in the cold, cold groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowGonna lay darling Corey downHere's another old tune that I learned when I was quite youngAnd I learned from my dad and he learned from his grandmaAnd they learned from records, and-It's kind of like the one that my grandma and dad used to sing togetherAnd then when grandma passed I'd hear my dad singing this in his roomAnd it sounded like grandma was with him somehowHe had this little-Kinda chimes you with it, sounds like Adult Swim or somethingLet's try it, it's called "Mary of the Wild Moor"
