[1] Dooley was a [4] good ole man he [1] lived below the [5] mill
[1] Dooley had two [4] daughters and a [1] forty [5] gallon [1] still

One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout
And mama corked the bottles when ole Dooley fetched 'em out

[1] Dooley slippin' up the holler
[4] Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
[1] Dooley give me a swaller
And I'll [5] pay you back [1] someday

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 ton

I remember very well the day ole 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 and a barrel for his stone