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

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

Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Bad liquor has ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head

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 sitting by the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four round her body
And a five-string on her knee

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