Darling Cory

Wake up, wake up, darlin’ Cory,
What makes you sleep so sound
When the revenours are comin’
Goin’ to tear your still house down?

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Go and dig you a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darlin’ Cory down.

Go away, go away, darlin’ Cory
Stop hangin’ around my bed
Bad liquor destroyed my body,
Pretty women’s gone to my head.

Don’t you hear them bluebirds a-singing’?
Don’t you hear their mournful sound?
They are preachin’ Cory’s funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground.

The last time I saw darlin’ Cory
She was sittin’ on the banks of the sea,
With a 44 strapped around her
And a banjo on her knee.

Instruction on how to play this song can be found in Wayne Erbsen’s book: Clawhammer Banjo for the Complete Ignoramus