(One for the money, two for the show, possum up the gum tree, do-si-do!

Dooley was a good old man. He lived beyond the mill. Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still
One gal watched the boiler, the other watched the spout. Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar. Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day
(Repeat last time.)

The revenuers came for him, a-slippin' through the woods but 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

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar. Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

I remember, very well, the day old Dooley died. The woman folk looked sorry and the men sat around 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

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar. Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day
Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar. Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

I'll pay you back some day. I'll pay you back some day