Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still

One girl watched the boiler,

the other watched the spout

And mama corked the bottles while old Dooley fetched them out

Chorus: Dooley, runnin up the holler

Dooley, tryin to make a dollar

Dooley give me a swaller and I’ll pay you back some day

The revenuers came for him slippin through the woods

But 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 tub

Chorus: Dooley…

I remember very well the day old Dooley died

The women all 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 home

Chorus: Dooley…