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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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