Sullivan's John - Anne Briggs

O’Sullivan John to the road you’re gone

Far away from your native land

You’ve gon with the tinker’s daughter

Far along the road to roam

O’Sullivan John you won’t stick it long

Till your belly will soon be slack

As you roam the road with a mighty loan

And a tool box on your back

I met Katie Coffee with her neat baby

Behind on her back strapped on

She’d an old ash plant in her hand

To drive the donkey along

Enquiring at every farmers house, as

Along the road she passed

And it’s where would you get an

Old pot to mend, and where would she get 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 wrap of a haimes

And poor Paddy they tried to kill

They loaded him up in an old ass and cart

While Kate and big Mary looked on

Ah, bad luck to the day that I went away

To join with the tinkers band