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letra de the dublin jack of all trades - the woods band

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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 b-tter, 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.

- the woods band

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