O'Sullivan's John Irish song lyrics and guitar chords
O'Sullivan's John Folk Song Lyrics And Easy Guitar Chords. ''The Pecker Dunne'' wrote this song. sheet music included. also recorded by Johnny McEvoy, [ lyrics ] Paddy Reilly. and The Dubliners, James Duggan, Sons Of Erin, Al O'Donnell, Sweeney's Men. Included are the guitar chords in the key of A and G Major. The Ronnie Drew version is in the key of G. The second song, ''The Pecker's Daughter'' was written by Mattie Lennon about Pecker Dunne's daughter when she reached the final of Miss Ireland in 2014. The youtube video is by The Dubliners. Guitar chords are in A Major with another in G in chordpro. Other songs that were written by The Pecker Dunne include Wexford Town Song .
Song Lyrics And Easy Guitar Chords.
[Verse 1]
[A]O’Sullivan John, to the [Em]road you’re gone,
Far [D]away from your native [A]land,
You’ve gone with the [G]tinker’s [Em]daughter,
Far [A]along the road to [Em]roam.
O’[A]Sullivan [G]John, you [Em]won’t stick it long,
Till your [D]belly will soon be [E]slack,
As you [A]roam the road with a [Em]mighty load,
And a [D]tool box on your [A]back.
[Verse 2]
[A]I met Katie Coffee with her [Em]neat baby,
Be[D]hind on her back strapped [A]on,
She’d an old ash [G]plant in her [Em]hand,
To [A]drive the donkey [Em]along.
En[A]quiring at [G]every [Em]farmer’s house,
As a[D]long the road she [E]passed,
And it’s [A]“Where would you get an [Em]old pot to mend,
And [D]where would she get an [A]ass?”
[Verse 3]
[A]There’s a hairy-ass fair in the [Em]County Clare,
In a [D]place they call Spancil [A]Hill,
Where my brother [G]James got a [Em]wrap of the haimes,
And [A]poor Paddy they tried to [Em]kill.
They [A]loaded him up in an [G]old ass and cart,
While [D]Kate and big Mary looked [E]on,
Ah, [A]bad luck to the day that I [Em]went away,
To [D]join with the tinker’s [A]band.
[Verse 1]
[A]O’Sullivan John, to the [Em]road you’re gone,
Far [D]away from your native [A]land,
You’ve gone with the [G]tinker’s [Em]daughter,
Far [A]along the road to [Em]roam.
O’[A]Sullivan [G]John, you [Em]won’t stick it long,
Till your [D]belly will soon be [E]slack,
As you [A]roam the road with a [Em]mighty load,
And a [D]tool box on your [A]back.
[Verse 2]
[A]I met Katie Coffee with her [Em]neat baby,
Be[D]hind on her back strapped [A]on,
She’d an old ash [G]plant in her [Em]hand,
To [A]drive the donkey [Em]along.
En[A]quiring at [G]every [Em]farmer’s house,
As a[D]long the road she [E]passed,
And it’s [A]“Where would you get an [Em]old pot to mend,
And [D]where would she get an [A]ass?”
[Verse 3]
[A]There’s a hairy-ass fair in the [Em]County Clare,
In a [D]place they call Spancil [A]Hill,
Where my brother [G]James got a [Em]wrap of the haimes,
And [A]poor Paddy they tried to [Em]kill.
They [A]loaded him up in an [G]old ass and cart,
While [D]Kate and big Mary looked [E]on,
Ah, [A]bad luck to the day that I [Em]went away,
To [D]join with the tinker’s [A]band.
O'Sullivan's John In The Key Of G
Here are the guitar chords as played by Ronnie Drew with The Dubliners.
[G]O'Sullivan John, to the [Dm]road you're gone,
Far [C]away from your native [G]land,
You've gone with the [F]tinker's [Dm]daughter,
Far [G]along the road to [Dm]roam.
O'[G]Sullivan [F]John, you [Dm]won't stick it long,
Till your [C]belly will soon be [D]slack,
As you [G]roam the road with a [Dm]mighty load,
And a [C]tool box on your [G]back.
[G]I met Katie Coffee with her [Dm]neat baby,
Be[C]hind on her back strapped [G]on,
She'd an old ash [F]plant in her [Dm]hand,
To [G]drive the donkey [Dm]along.
En[G]quiring at [F]every [Dm]farmer's house,
As a[C]long the road she [D]passed,
And it's [G]"Where would you get an [Dm]old pot to mend,
And [C]where would she get an [G]ass?"
[G]There's a hairy-ass fair in the [Dm]County Clare,
In a [C]place they call Spancil [G]Hill,
Where my brother [F]James got a [Dm]wrap of the haimes,
And [G]poor Paddy they tried to [Dm]kill.
They [G]loaded him up in an [F]old ass and cart,
While [C]Kate and big Mary looked [D]on,
Ah, [G]bad luck to the day that I [Dm]went away,
To [C]join with the tinker's [G]band.
Here are the guitar chords as played by Ronnie Drew with The Dubliners.
[G]O'Sullivan John, to the [Dm]road you're gone,
Far [C]away from your native [G]land,
You've gone with the [F]tinker's [Dm]daughter,
Far [G]along the road to [Dm]roam.
O'[G]Sullivan [F]John, you [Dm]won't stick it long,
Till your [C]belly will soon be [D]slack,
As you [G]roam the road with a [Dm]mighty load,
And a [C]tool box on your [G]back.
[G]I met Katie Coffee with her [Dm]neat baby,
Be[C]hind on her back strapped [G]on,
She'd an old ash [F]plant in her [Dm]hand,
To [G]drive the donkey [Dm]along.
En[G]quiring at [F]every [Dm]farmer's house,
As a[C]long the road she [D]passed,
And it's [G]"Where would you get an [Dm]old pot to mend,
And [C]where would she get an [G]ass?"
[G]There's a hairy-ass fair in the [Dm]County Clare,
In a [C]place they call Spancil [G]Hill,
Where my brother [F]James got a [Dm]wrap of the haimes,
And [G]poor Paddy they tried to [Dm]kill.
They [G]loaded him up in an [F]old ass and cart,
While [C]Kate and big Mary looked [D]on,
Ah, [G]bad luck to the day that I [Dm]went away,
To [C]join with the tinker's [G]band.
About The Song.
this one is a roaring, ragged road-ballad full of travellers, donkeys, patched pots and portable misery — with humour as earthy as a turf stack in November.
We begin with poor O’Sullivan John, who’s taken up the wandering life:
“To the road you’re gone, far away from your native land.”
Which is basically Irish for:
“You’ve run off after a girl with no shoes and no regrets.”
He’s eloped with “the tinker’s daughter” --
and that tells you everything:
she’s fierce, fearless, probably gorgeous,
and will have him mending pots and shovelling donkey dung until he cries for mammy.
He’s told:
“You won’t stick it long — till your belly will soon be slack.”
Meaning:
“You’ll be starving within a month — you eejit.”
Armed only with a toolbox on his back,
he’s now a road-roaming fixer of pots, pans, buckets, kettles, and hopes.
Next we meet Katie Coffee, strapped with a baby like a backpack,
an ash stick in hand to keep the donkey in line.
She goes house to house:
“Where would you get an old pot to mend?
And where would she get an ass?”
That’s entrepreneurship and procurement in one sentence.
She’s basically the Amazon Prime of County Clare --
except instead of next-day delivery it’s next-town walking.
Then comes the glorious social event:
“There’s a hairy-ass fair in the County Clare, in a place they call Spancil Hill.”
A hairy-ass fair!
You KNOW there’s:
which is Irish for:
“He got walloped into next Tuesday.”
Poor Paddy gets nearly killed --
probably over the price of a donkey or a pint.
They wheel him away in an ass-cart…
while Kate and Mary look on like:
“Ahh— not again.”
This song is:
but your stomach, your skull, and your dignity will pay the price.
It’s Irish reality served with Irish laughter --
the kind that keeps you warm when you’re sleeping in a wagon with a leaking roof.
this one is a roaring, ragged road-ballad full of travellers, donkeys, patched pots and portable misery — with humour as earthy as a turf stack in November.
We begin with poor O’Sullivan John, who’s taken up the wandering life:
“To the road you’re gone, far away from your native land.”
Which is basically Irish for:
“You’ve run off after a girl with no shoes and no regrets.”
He’s eloped with “the tinker’s daughter” --
and that tells you everything:
she’s fierce, fearless, probably gorgeous,
and will have him mending pots and shovelling donkey dung until he cries for mammy.
He’s told:
“You won’t stick it long — till your belly will soon be slack.”
Meaning:
“You’ll be starving within a month — you eejit.”
Armed only with a toolbox on his back,
he’s now a road-roaming fixer of pots, pans, buckets, kettles, and hopes.
Next we meet Katie Coffee, strapped with a baby like a backpack,
an ash stick in hand to keep the donkey in line.
She goes house to house:
“Where would you get an old pot to mend?
And where would she get an ass?”
That’s entrepreneurship and procurement in one sentence.
She’s basically the Amazon Prime of County Clare --
except instead of next-day delivery it’s next-town walking.
Then comes the glorious social event:
“There’s a hairy-ass fair in the County Clare, in a place they call Spancil Hill.”
A hairy-ass fair!
You KNOW there’s:
- whiskey
- livestock
- fights
- someone calling for order
- and someone else calling for a doctor
which is Irish for:
“He got walloped into next Tuesday.”
Poor Paddy gets nearly killed --
probably over the price of a donkey or a pint.
They wheel him away in an ass-cart…
while Kate and Mary look on like:
“Ahh— not again.”
This song is:
- travellers’ life
- roadside barter
- donkey-powered travel
- bruises earned at rural fairs
- and a tongue-in-cheek warning:
but your stomach, your skull, and your dignity will pay the price.
It’s Irish reality served with Irish laughter --
the kind that keeps you warm when you’re sleeping in a wagon with a leaking roof.
Pecker Dunne song O'Sullivan's John
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in 3 keys. Price €8.90 and I'll email the ebook after purchase .
The chords are suited to ukulele, banjo or mandolin also.
Martin
