Dooley was a good old man
who lived below the mill
dooley had two daughters
and a forty gallon still
one girl watched the boiler
the other watched the spout
and mama corked the bottle
and old dooly fetched them
out
Chorus: dooley steppin
up a holler
dooley trying to
make adollar
dooley give me
a swaller and ill pay you back someday
Now i remember very well
the day old dooley died the
woman folk looked sorry and
the men stood around and cried
they put him on a mountain he
lies there all alone they put a
jug beside him and a barrel
for a stone