CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 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
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
