Dooley was a good old 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 Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out Dooley slippin` up the holler Dooley tryin` to make a dollar Dooley give me a swallow and I`ll pay you back some day
The revenuers came for him a slippin` through the wood Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good Now Dooley was a trader when into town he`d come Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton Dooley slippin` up the holler... [ el.banjo - fiddle ] Well I remember very well the day old Dooley died The woman folk felt sorry and the men stood round and cried Now Dooley`s on the mountain he lies there all alone They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone Dooley slippin` up the holler... Dooley slippin` up the holler...
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