Sullivan's 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 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 toodle box on your back.
2. I met Katey Coffey 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 farmer's house
That along the road she passed,
Where would she find an old pot to mend
And where would she swap an ass.
3. There's a hairy ass fair in the County Claire|
In a place they call Spancil Hill.
Where my brother James got a rap on the head
And poor Paddy they tried to kill.
They loaded him up in an ass and cart
While Kate and Mary stood by,
Bad luck to the day that I went away
To join with the tinkers band.
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