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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 to Dublin I arrive to try for a situation
I always
hear them say it was the pride of all the Nations.
On George's Quay I first began and I 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.
chorus:
I'm a roving jack of many a trade
Of every
trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know me name
They call me Jack of all trades.
In Baggot street I drove
a cab and I 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.
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, and in King Street, a nailer
In Townsend
Street, a carpenter; and in Ringsend, a sailor.
In Cole's Lane, a butcher was and 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 and in Brunswick Street, a builder,
In High Street, I sold hosiery, in Patrick
Street sold all blades
So if you wish to know me name, they call me Jack of all Trades.
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