Dublin Jack of All Trades

Melodie -

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 all trades
Of every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades.

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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.

  6. 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.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. 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.

10. 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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