Irish Song Lyrics 
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 O'Sullivan's John 
O'Sullivan's John to the road you've gone far away from your native home. You've gone with the tinker's daughter for along the road to roam. O'Sullivan's John you won't stick it long 'till your belly will soon get slack. Up along the old road, with a mighty load. And your toolbox on your back. 
I met Katy Caffey and her neat baby Behind on her back strapped on. She had an oul ash plant in her hand To drive the oul donkey along. Enquiring in every farmhouse, as along the road she passed, oh where would she get an old pot to mend, and where would she get an ass. 
There's a hairy ass fair in 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 killl. They loaded him up in an oul ass and cart, as along the road to go. Oh bad luck to the day that he roved away for to join with the tinker band.