The Dubliners - The Dublin Jack of All Trades

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 in dublin i arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the nations

I'm a roving jack of many-a-trades
Of everytrade of alltrades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me jack of all trades

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 prеacher
In baggot street i drove a cab and therе 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. 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

In temple bar, i dressed old hats; in thomas street, a sawyer
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; in king street, a nailer
In townsend street, a carpenter; and in ringsend, a sailor

In cole's lane, a jobbing butcher; in dane street, a tailor
In moore street a chandler and on the coombe, a weaver
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
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; and 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, 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