The Dublin Jack Of All Trades lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Woods Band
Album: Music From The Four Corners Of Hell

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

Cho: I'm a roving jack of all 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 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