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Dublin Jack of All Trades 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. MA
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