Dooley

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.
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 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.
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 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.