Lonnie Donegan Darling 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.
