Sullivan’s John

John Harley, singing in English
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Oh 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
Oh Sullivan's John you won't stick it long ‘til your belly will soon get slack
As you roam the road with a heavy load and a toolbox on your back.

I met Katey Coffey with her wee baby behind on her back strapped on
And an old ash plant all in her hand for to drive her donkey on
Enquiring at every farmer's house as along the road she'd pass
Oh it’s where would she get an old pot to mend or it’s 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 the hames and poor Paddy they tried to kill
They loaded him up in an ould’ ass and cart all along the road to roam
Ah bad luck to the day I went away for to join with the tinker clan.

Oh 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
Oh Sullivan's John you won't stick it long ‘til your belly will soon get slack
As you go the road with you mighty load and a toolbox on your back.