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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.
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 all trades, of every
trade, of all trades,
And if you wish to know my name 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.
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.
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