Pecker Dunne - Sullivan's John

[Chorus:]

Sullivan's John to the road you've gone

Far away from your native home

You've gone with the tinker's daughter

Far along the road to roam

Sullivan's John you won't stick it long

Till your belly will soon get slack

When you're out on the road with a mighty load

And a tool-box on your back

I met Katy Coffee with her neat baby

Behind on her back strapped on

She'd an oul ash plant all in her hand

For to drive her donkey on

Enquiring at every farmer's house

As along the road she passed

Where could she find an oul pot for to mend

And where could she swap an ass

There's a hairy ass fair in the County Clare

In a place they call Spancil Hill

Where me brother James got a rap of a hames*

And poor Paddy they tried to kill

They loaded him up on a donkey and cart

While Mary and Kate looked on

Bad luck to the day that I went away

To join with the tinkers band