Verse 1 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 and old Dooley fetched 'em out Chorus Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley tryin' to make a dollar Dooley, give me a swaller And I'll pay you back someday Verse 2 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 drum Verse 3