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.