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Oh[D] I am a roving sporting blade, they[A] call me Jack of all[D] Trades
I always place my chief delight in[A] courting
pretty fair [D]maids.
So when in Dublin I ar[C]rived to[D] try for a situ[A]ation
I[D] always[A] heard them[D] say it[C]
was the[D] pride of[A] all the[D] Nations.
cho:[D] I'm a roving jack of all trades
Of every[A] trade of all[D] trades
And
if you wish to know my name
They[A] call me Jack of all[D] 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 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. 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.
Here is the Birmingham version of the song, I
am a jolly roving blade
They call me Jack of all trades
I always fixed my chief delight
In kissing of the fair maids
To
Birmingham I did set out
To seek a situation
I'd often heard folks say it was
The toy shop of the nation
Chorus:
I'm
a roving Jack of all trades
Of every trade and all trades
And if you want to know my name
They call me Jack of all
trades
Twas in the Bull Ring first I went
There I became a porter
I with my master soon fell out
And cut acquaintance
shorter
In Bull Street was a pastry cook
Dale End an undertaker
Then I removed to Friday Street
There I set up
coffin maker
In Pinfold Street I sold rag mops
In Bread Street was a grinder
In Dudley Street I lost my wife
Thank
God I could never find her
In Hill Street I sold black puddings
In Edmund Street made mouse traps
At the Old Wharf
I did sell coal
In Suffolk Street made louse traps
In Digbeth was a waterman
St Martin's Lane a saddler
In
Ran's Yard was a slaughterman
In Park Street was a fiddler
In Spiceal Street I sold hot pudding
At Friday Bridge
sold charcoal
In Philip Street sold blacking paste
In High Street kept the louse-hole
In Smallbrook Street made
candle-sticks
In Worcester Street a broker
In Floodgate Street made fire-irons
Both shovel, tongs and poker
In
Ann Street was a dialist
Newhall Street a die-sinker
In New Street drove a hackney coach
In Moor Street was a printer
In
Broad Street I made spectacles
In Sand Street an engraver
In Weaman Street a gun maker
In Newton Street a pavior
In
Snow Hill was a pawnbroker
In Shadwell Street a sawyer
In Bromsgrove Street made coffin nails
In Cannon Street a
lawyer
In Temple Street I sold shaloon
In Queen Street a cork cutter
In Colmore Street I kept a shop
Sold
bacon cheese and butter
In John Street I sold faggots hot
Of which I often boasted
And then in London Prentice Street
Sold
mutton ready roasted
In Swallow Street made bellow pipes
In Wharf Street was a blacksmith
In Beak Street there
I did sell tripe
In Freeman Street was a locksmith
In Cherry Street I was a quack
In Summer Lane sold pancakes
Oh
then at last I got a knack
To manufacture worm cakes
In Wood Street I sold sandpaper
In Buck Street I sold prayer
books
In Duddeston Street made pattern cards
In Doe Street I sold fishhooks
In Ashted I made jew's harp springs
In
Thomas Street made awl blades
So now you know the ups and downs
Of a jolly Jack of all trades
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