Oh I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades
I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids.
So when to Dublin I arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nation.

On George's Quay I first began and there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out which cut my acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street, a pastry cook; In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make; In Eustace Street, a preacher.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.

In Baggot street I drove a cab and there was well requited
In Francis Street had lodging beds, to entertain all strangers
For Dublin is of high reknown, or I am much mistaken
In Kevin Street, I do declare, sold butter, eggs and bacon.

In Golden Lane I sold old shoes: In Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost my wife and I'm glad I ne'er could find her.
In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes, of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street, sold mutton ready roasted.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.

And In Temple Bar, I dressed old hats; In Thomas Street, a sawyer
And In Pill Lane, I sold the plate, in Green Street, an honest lawyer
In Plunkett Street I sold cast clothes; in Bride's Alley, a broker
In Charles Street I had a shop, sold shovel, tongs and poker.

In College Green a banker was, and in Smithfield, a drover
In Britain Street, a waiter and in George's Street, a glover
On Ormond Quay I sold old books; and in King Street, a nailer
In Townsend Street, a carpenter; and in Ringsend, a sailor.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.

Now in Cole's Lane, a jobbing butcher; in Dane Street, a tailor
In Moore Street a chandler and on the Coombe, a weaver.
And in Church Street, I sold old ropes on Redmond's Hill a draper
In Mary Street, sold 'bacco pipes in Bishop street a quaker.

In Peter Street, I was a quack: In Greek street, a grainer
On the Harbour, I did carry sacks; In Werburgh Street, a glazier.
In Mud Island, was a dairy boy, where I became a scooper
In Capel Street, a barber's clerk; In Abbey Street, a cooper.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.

In Liffey street had furniture with fleas and bugs I sold it
And at the Bank a big placard I often stood to hold it
In New Street I sold hay and straw, in Spitalfields made bacon
In Fishamble Street was at the grand old trade of basketmaking.

In Summerhill a coachmaker; in Denzille Street a gilder
In Cork Street was a tanner, and in Brunswick Street, a builder,
In High Street, I sold hosiery; In Patrick Street sold all blades
So if you wish to know my name, they call me Jack of all Trades.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade
An' every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
Well, they call me Jack of all trades.


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