Dooley A

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.
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.