paroles de chanson Sullivan's John - The Dubliners
O'Sullivan
John
to
the
road
you're
gone,
Far
away
from
your
native
land,
You've
gon
with
the
tinker's
daughter
Far
along
the
road
to
roam,
O'Sullivan
John
you
wont
stick
it
long
Till
your
belly
will
soon
be
slack,
As
you
roam
the
road
with
a
mighty
loan,
And
a
tool
box
on
your
back.
I
met
Katie
Coffee
with
her
neat
baby,
Behind
on
her
back
strapped
on,
She'd
an
old
ash
plant
in
her
hand
To
drive
the
donkey
along,
Enquiring
at
every
farmers
house,
as
Along
the
road
she
passed,
And
it's
where
would
you
get
an
Old
pot
to
mend,
and
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
wrap
of
a
haimes,
And
poor
Paddy
they
tried
to
kill,
They
loaded
him
up
in
an
old
ass
and
cart
While
Kate
and
big
Mary
looked
on,
Ah,
bad
luck
to
the
day
that
I
went
away,
To
join
with
the
tinkers
band.
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