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 arrived to try for a situation I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nation.
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 many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, 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 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.
I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, they call me Jack of all trades.
And In Temple Bar, I dressed old hats; In Thomas Street, a sawyer And 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.
I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, they call me Jack of all trades.
Now in Cole's Lane, a jobbing butcher; in Dane Street, a tailor In Moore Street a chandler and on the Coombe, a weaver. And 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.
I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, they call me Jack of all trades.
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, 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 my name, they call me Jack of all Trades.
I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, they call me Jack of all trades.
I'm a roving jack of many-a-trade An' every trade of all trades And if you wish to know me name Well, they call me Jack of all trades.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
