Dooley was a good ole man

He lived below the mill

Dooley had two daughters

And a forty-gallon still

One gal watched the boiler

The other watched the spout

And mama corked the bottles

And ole Dooley fetched 'em out.

Dooley slippin' up the holler

Dooley try to make a dollar

Dooley give me a swaller

And I'll pay you back someday.

The revenuers came for him

A-sippin' though 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 try to make a dollar

Dooley gimme a swaller

And I'l pay you back someday.

I remember very well

The day ole Dooley died

The women folk weren't sorry

And the men stood round and cried

Now Dooleys on the mountain

He lies there all alone

They put a jug beside him

And a barrel for his stone.

Dooley slippin' up the holler

Dooley try to make a dollar

Dooley gimme a swaller

And I'll pay you back someday.