Sullivans John

Lyrics

Oh, Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone, far away from your native home You′re gone with a tinker′s daughter, far along the road to roam Sullivan's John, sure you won′t stick it long when your belly will soon get slack When you roam the road with a mighty load and a tool box on your back I met Katie Coffee with her neat baby behind on her back strapped on She'd an auld ash plant all in her hand for to drive her donkey on Inquiring at every farmer′s house, as along the road she passed Where would she find an auld pot to mend, and where would she swap an ass There's a hairy ass-fair in the County Clare, in a place they call Spancil Hill Where my brother James got a rap of a hames and poor Paddy they tried to kill They loaded him up in an ass and cart, while me, Kate and Mary stood by Bad luck to the day that I went away to join with the tinker′s band Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone, far away from your native home You′re gone with a tinker′s daughter, far along the road to roam Sullivan's John, sure you won′t stick it long, when your belly will soon get slack When you're roaming the road with a mighty load and a tool box on your back