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
We’re going to lay darling Corey down
Well, now the first time I seen darling Corey ,she was a standing on the banks of the sea.
A 45 Pistol on her forearm and a banjo on her knee.
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey what makes you sleep so sound?
Them darn highway robbers a coming their going to tear your playhouse down.
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.
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.