Sullivan's John Songtext
von Far Tulla

O′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
O′Sullivan′s John, you won't stick it long
′Til your belly soon will get slack
You'll be going the road with a mighty load
And a toolbox on your back

I met Katie Coffey, she′d her neat baby
Behind on her back strapped on
She'd a lump of an owl ash plant in her hand
For to drive her donkey on
Enquiring at every farmer′s house
As along the road she'd pass
And it's where she′d get an old pot to mend
Or wear would she swap an ass


I′ve heard of a fair in the County Clare
In a place they call Samson Hill
Where my brother James got a wrap of the hames
And poor Panny they tried to kill
They loaded him up on an ass and cart
While Katie big Mary watched on
A bad luck to the day that I went away
To join with the tinker band

O'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
O′Sullivan's John, you won't stick it long
′Til your belly soon will get slack
You′ll be going the road with a mighty load
And a toolbox on your back

You'll be going the road with a mighty load
And a toolbox on your back