Pecker Dunne
Sullivans John to the road you’ve gone far away from your native home
You’re gone with the tinker’s daughter all along the road to roam
Sullivans John you won’t stick it long till your belly will soon get slack
You’ll be goin the road with a mighty load and your tool box up on your back
There is a horse fair in the county Clare in a place they call Spancilhill
Where my brother James got the rap of a hames and poor Johnny they tried to kill
They loaded him up on an auld ass and car all along the road to pass
Saying bad luck to the day that I went away to join with the tinker band
I met Kate Coffee with her neat baby behind on her back strapped on
She’d and auld ash plant all in her hand to drive her donkey on
Enquiring at every farmers door as on the road she’d pass
As to where she’d get and auld pot to mend or where she might swap an ass
Sullivans John to the road you’ve gone far away from your native home
You’re gone with the tinker’s daughter all along the road to roam
Sullivans John you won’t stick it long till your belly will soon get slack
You’ll be goin the road with a heavy load and your tool box up on your back