Oh Sullivan's John

To the road you've gone far away from your native home

You've gone with the tinker's

daughter all along the road to pass

Oh Sullivan's John you won't stick it

long till your belly will soon get slack

You'll be roaming the road with a mighty load

and a toolbox upon your back

I met Katie Coffey and her wee babby

Behind with her back strapped on

She'd an old ash plant all in her

hand for to drive the donkey on

Enquiring at every farm house all along the road to pass

For where she might get and old pot to mend

or where she might swap an ass

Well there's a horsе fair in the county

Clare in a place thеy call Spancilhill

Where my brother James got a wrap of a hames

and poor Johnny they tried to kill

They loaded him up on an old ass

and cart all along the road to pass

Said good luck to the day that he went

away for to join with the travellin' band

Oh Sullivan's John

To the road you've gone far away from your native home

You've gone with the tinker's

daughter all along the road to pass

Oh Sullivan's John you won't stick it

long till your belly will soon get slack

You'll be roaming the road with a mighty load

and a toolbox upon your back