What makes you sleep so sound

The revenue officers are coming

Gonna tear your still-house down

Go away, go away, darling Corey

Quit hanging around my bed

Your liquor has ruined my body

Pretty woman gone to my head

(Chorus)

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

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

Chorus:

Gonna lay darling Corey down