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 Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched 'em out

Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley tryna make a dollar

Dooley, give me 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

Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley tryna make a dollar

Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back someday

I remember very well the day old Dooley died

The womenfolk looked sorry and the men stood round and cried

Now Dooley's on the mountain and he lies there all alone

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

Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley tryna make a dollar

Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back someday

And I'll pay you back someday