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I am a rovin', sportin' blade; they call me Jack of All the Trades
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I've always placed me chief delight in courtin' pretty fair maids
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For when in Dublin I arrived
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To try for a situation
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I always heard them say it was the pride of all the nation
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I'm a rovin' jack o' many a trade, of every trade, of all the trades
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And if you wish to know me name, they call me Jack of All Trades
On Georges' Kay I first began, I there became a porter
Me and me master soon fell out, which cut me acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street a pastry cook, in James' Street a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make, in Eustice Street a preacher
In Baggott Street I drove a cab, and there was well requited
In Francis Street I’d lodgin' beds to entertain all strangers
For Dublin is of high renown, or I am very 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 Bannock Street I lost me wife, and I'm glad I ne'er could find her
In High Street I sold hosiery, in Patrick Street I sold old blades
So if you wish to know me name, they call me Jack of All Trades