Sullivan John Songtext
von The Dubliners

O′Sullivan John, to the road you've gone
Far away from your native home
You′ve gone with a tinker's daughter
For along the road to roam
O'Sullivan John, you won′t stick it long
For your belly will soon get slack
As you roam the road with a mighty load
With a tool box on your back
I met Katey Cuffee with her native baby
Behind on her back strapped on
She′d an owl eye splint all in her hand
For to drive her donkey on
Enquiring in every farmer's house
As along the road she passed
Oh, it′s where would she get an owl pot to mend
Or 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 rough of a hames
And poor Paddy they tried to kill
They loaded him up in an ass and cart
For along the road to go
Oh, bad luck to the day that I went away
To join with the tinker′s band
O'Sullivan John, to the road you′ve gone
Far away from your native home
You've gone with a tinker's daughter
For along the road to roam
O′Sullivan John, you won′t stick it long
For your belly will soon get slack
As you roam the road with a mighty load
With a tool box on your back