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

Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out

Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley tryin' to make a dollar

Dooley give me a swallow and I'll pay you back some day



The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the wood

Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good

Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come

Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the tons

Dooley slippin' up the holler...

[ el.banjo ]

I remember very well the day old Dooley died

The woman folk felt sorry and the men stood around and cried

Now Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all alone

They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone

Dooley slippin' up the holler...

Dooley slippin' up the holler...