Dooley

Dooley was a good old man he lived below the millDooley had two daughters and a forty gallon stillOne gal watched the boiler the other watched the spoutMama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley tryin' to make a dollarDooley give me a swallowAnd I'll pay you back some day.The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the woodDooley kept behind them all and never lost his goodDooley was a trader when into town he'd comeSugar by the bushel and molasses by the tons.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley tryin' to make a dollarDooley give me a swallowAnd I'll pay you back some day.--- Instrumental ---I remember very well the day old Dooley diedThe woman folk felt sorry and the men stood around and criedNow Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all aloneThey put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley tryin' to make a dollarDooley give me a swallowAnd I'll pay you back some day.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley tryin' to make a dollarDooley give me a swallow