Dooley

     Dooley was a good old man
     he lived below the mill
     Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still
     One gal watched the boiler
     the other watched spout
     And mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched 'em out

     [ Dooley slippin' up the holler ]
     [ Dooley try to make a dollar   ]
     [ Dooley gimme a swaller        ]
     [ and I'll pay you back someday ]

     The revenuers came for him a-slippin' through the woods
     Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
     Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come
     Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton.

     I remember very well the day old Dooley died
     The women folk weren't sorry and the men stood around and cried
     Now Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all alone
     They put a jug beside him and a barrel for his stone.