Jack Of All Trades

I'm a roving jack of many a trade

Of ev'ry trade

Of all trades

And if you wish to know my name

They call me Jack of All Trades

I'm a roving and a sporting blade

They call me Jack of All Trades

I always take a great delight

In courting pretty, fair maids

So when in Dublin I arrive

To look for a situation

You can always hear them all say

"He's the pride of all the nation"

On George's Quay I first began

And there became a porter

But me and me master soon fell out

Which cut our acquaintance shorter

In Sackville Street I was 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

Of ev'ry 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 respected

In Francis Street I'd lodging beds

To entertain all strangers

Now, Dublin is of high renown

Or I am much mistaken

In Kevin Street, I do declare

I sold butter, eggs, and bacon

In Golden Lane I sold old shoes

In Meath Street was a grinder

In Barrack Street I lost me wife

And I'm glad I ne'er did find her

In Mary's Lane I dyed old clothes

Of which I've often boasted

And later in Exchequer Street

Sold mutton, ready roasted

I'm a roving jack of many a trade

Of ev'ry trade

Of all trades

And if you wish to know my name

They call me Jack of All Trades