 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 and the other watched the spell. Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched a mouth. Dooley, slipping up the holler. Dooley, trying to make a dollar. Dooley, give me a swallow and I'll pay you back someday.