Wake up, wake up, Darling Cory What makes you sleep so sound The revenuers are a-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 We’re gonna lay Darling Cory down 
Well, the first time I seen Darling Cory She’s lookin’ out on the sea She had a forty-four buckled around her And a banjo on her knee 
Wake up, wake up, Darling Cory And bring to me my gun I ain’t no man for trouble but I’ll die before I run 
Go away, go away, Darling Cory Go do the best you can I’ll get me a no-drinkin’ woman You get you another man 
Don’t you hear them bluebirds singin’ Don’t you hear that mournful sound They’re preachin’ Cory’s funeral In the lonesome graveyard ground 
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