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

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

Well, the first time I saw darling Corey

She was standing on the banks of the sea

Had a .44 around her

And a banjo on her knee

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

Well, the last time I saw darling Corey

She had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking away her troubles

With the low down sorry man

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

Can't you hear them bluebirds singing?

Can't you hear that mournful sound?

They're preaching Corey's funeral

In that lonesome graveyard ground

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

Here's another old tune that I learned when I was quite young

And I learned from my dad and he learned from his grandma

And they learned from records, and-

It's kind of like the one that my grandma and dad used to sing together

And then when grandma passed I'd hear my dad singing this in his room

And it sounded like grandma was with him somehow

He had this little-

Kinda chimes you with it, sounds like Adult Swim or something

Let's try it, it's called "Mary of the Wild Moor"