Sullivan’s John

Lyrics

[Intro] This is a song I got from a well known traveling musician in Ireland Better known as "The Pegger" It concerns a farmer's son who went a way with a tinker's daughter [Chorus] O'Sullivan's John to the road you've gone Far away from your native home You've gone with a tinker's daughter Far along the road to roam O'Sullivan's John, no, you won't stick it long Till your belly will soon get slack As you roam the road with a mighty loan And a tool box on your back [Verse 1] I met Katie Coffee with her neat baby Behind on her back strapped on She'd an old ash plant all in her hand For to drive her donkey on Enquiring at every farmers house As along the road she passed Oh, it's where would she get An old pot to mend, or where would she get an ass [Verse 2] 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 an' cart For along the road to go Oh, bad luck to the day that I went away To join with the tinkers band [Chorus] O'Sullivan's John to the road you've gone Far away from your native home You've gone with a tinker's daughter Far along the road to roam Sullivan's John, well, you won't stick it long Till your belly will soon get slack As you roam the road with a mighty load And a tool box on your back