Lyrics Dooley - Cass

Dooley was a good ole man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters
And a forty-gallon still.
One girl watched the boiler
The other watched the spout
Mama corked the bottles
And ole Dooley fetched ′em out.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller and I′ll pay you back someday.

A-sippin' through the woods
Dooley kept behind 'em all
And never lost his goods.
Dooley was a trader
When into town he′d come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the ton.
I remember very well
The day that Dooley died
The women folk weren′t 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