Dooley was a good ole man He lived below the mill Dooley had two daughters And a forty-gallon still. One girl watched the boiler The other watched the spout Mama corked the bottles And ole Dooley fetched 'em out. Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley try to make a dollar Dooley gimme a swaller and I'll pay you back someday. A-sippin' through the woods Dooley kept behind 'em 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 that Dooley died The women folk weren't 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