The Dubliners - The Dublin Jack of All Trades lyrics

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

I'm a roving jack of many-a trades
Of everytrade of alltrades
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 prеacher

In Baggot street I drove a cab
And therе 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