Sullivan John

Lyrics

Sullivan John to the road you've gone Far away from your native home You've gone with the tinker's daughter Far along the road to roam Sullivan's John you won't stick it long Till your belly will soon get slack When you're out on the road with a mighty load And a tool-box on your back I met Katy Coffee with her neat baby Behind on her back strapped on She'd an oul ash plant all in her hand For to drive her donkey on Enquiring at every farmer's house As along the road she passed Where could she find an oul pot for to mend And where could she swap an ass There's a hairy ass fair in the County Clare In a place they call Spancil Hill Where me brother James got a rap of a hames And poor Paddy they tried to kill They loaded him up on a donkey and cart While Mary and Kate looked on Bad luck to the day that I went away To join with the tinkers band