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