Текст песни The Dublin Jack of All Trades - The Dubliners
OhI
am
a
roving
sporting
blade,
theycall
me
Jack
of
allTrades
I
always
place
my
chief
delight
incourting
pretty
fair
maids.
So
when
in
Dublin
I
arrived
totry
for
a
situation
Ialwaysheard
themsay
itwas
thepride
ofall
theNations.
(Every
2):
I′m
a
roving
jack
of
many-a-trades
Of
everytrade
of
alltrades
And
if
you
wish
to
know
my
name
Theycall
me
Jack
of
alltrades.
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.
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