Dooley Dooley was a good ole man, He lived below the mill Dooley had two daughters And a 40 gallon still. One gal watched the boiler The other watched the spout And Mama caught the bottles When ole Dooley fetched them out. cho: Dooley, slippin' up the holler Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar Dooley, give me a swaller And I'll pay you back someday. The revenuers came for him A slippin' through 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 looked 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 his stone. BJS
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