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Dooley
[C]Dooley was a [F]good old man, he [C]lived below the [G]mill
[C]Dooley had two [F]daughters, and a [C]forty [G]gallon [C]still
One gal watched the [F]boiler, the [C]other watched the [G]spout
And [C]Mama corked the [F]bottles when old [C]Dooley
[G]fetched them [C]out
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[C]Dooley, slipping up the holler
[F]Dooley, trying to make a dollar
[C]Dooley, give me a swallow and I'll [G]pay you back some [C]day
The revenuers came for him a slipping through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
Dooley was a trader when into town he come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton
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I remember very well the day old Dooley died
The women folk looked 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 a stone
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