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 trades Of every trade of all trades 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 preacher. 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. |
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