The Weavers Darling Corey

Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down

Well The first time I seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee

Go away, go away darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Bad liquor ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head

Oh yes, oh yes my darlin'
I'll do the best I can,
But I'll never take my pleasure
With another gamblin' man.

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down