Sullivan's John
Sullivan's John | |
| 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. |