Paddy Reilly Sullivans John
Oh, Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone, far away from your native home
You′re gone with a tinker′s daughter, far along the road to roam
Sullivan's John, sure you won′t stick it long when your belly will soon get slack
When you roam the road with a mighty load and a tool box on your back
I met Katie Coffee with her neat baby behind on her back strapped on
She'd an auld ash plant all in her hand for to drive her donkey on
Inquiring at every farmer′s house, as along the road she passed
Where would she find an auld pot to mend, and where would she swap 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 rap of a hames and poor Paddy they tried to kill
They loaded him up in an ass and cart, while me, Kate and Mary stood by
Bad luck to the day that I went away to join with the tinker′s band
Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone, far away from your native home
You′re gone with a tinker′s daughter, far along the road to roam
Sullivan's John, sure you won′t stick it long, when your belly will soon get slack
When you're roaming the road with a mighty load and a tool box on your back
