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.

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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