Dooley

Dooley was a good old man he lived below the mill

Dooley had two daughters and a 40 gallon still

One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout

And momma corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out

Dooley slipping up the holler Dooley trying to make a dollar

Dooley gimmee a swaller and I’ll pay you back someday

The revenuers came for him a-slipping through the woods

Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods

Dooley was a trader when into town he come

Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton

Dooley slipping up the holler Dooley trying to make a dollar

Dooley gimmee a swaller and I’ll pay you back someday

I remember very well the day old Dooley died

The women folk felt sorry and the men stood round and cried

Now Dooley’s on the mountain he lies there all alone

They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone

Dooley slipping up the holler Dooley trying to make a dollar

Dooley gimmee a swaller and I’ll pay you back someday