Now 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, the other watched the spout,
And Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched 'em out.
Dooley, slippin' up the holler
Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a "swaller"
And I'll pay you back someday.
The revenuers came for
him, a slippin' 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 drum.
I remember very well
the day old Dooley died,
The women-folk looked sorry and the men stood 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.
Written by Mitch Jayne
and Rodney Dillard, and based on a real
person they knew back in Salem, MO.
© 1963 (CR) Copyright Renewed 1991 by Lansdowne & Winston Music Publishers (ASCAP)
Used by Permission
"Old Dan Tucker"
Went to town the other
to hear a noise and see a fight,
All the people was jumping around
saying Old Dan Tucker's coming to town.
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to get his supper,
Supper's over and dinner's cookin'
Old Dan Tucker's just standin' there lookin'
Old Dan Tucker came to
ridin' a billy goat, leadin' a hound,
Hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped,
threw Dan Tucker right stradle of a stump.
NOTE: "Old Dan Tucker", originally written by Dan Emmett, has almost as many (or more) variations as TAGS has episodes! According to "North Carolina Folklore Volume III, Folk Songs from North Carolina", published by Duke University Press, there are versions for just about every region of the state, as well as other states. One persistent verse noted in the book is:"Old Dan Tucker, he got drunk,
He fell in a fire and kicked up a chunk.
A coal of fire got in his shoe,
And bless my soul, honey, how the ashes flew!"
The book shows four different variations to that verse!
A rose I give to you
This rose so fresh with fragrance rare,
It's petals bringing joy to you
The fairest of the fair.
Oh roses are like memories
They fade and pass above
But you dear heart will 'er remain
my fading flower of forgotten love.
There once was a deputy called Fife,
Who carried a gun and a knife.
The gun was all dusty,
And his knife was all rusty,
Because he never caught a crook in his life.