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
And Mama corked the bottles
When ol' Dooley fetched 'em out.
Dooley, slippin' up the Holler
Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, gimme a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.