Lyrics:

I''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Tradeof Ev''ry Tradeof All Tradesand If You Wish To Know My Namethey Call Me Jack Of All Tradesi''m A Roving And A Sporting Bladethey Call Me Jack Of All Tradesi Always Take A Great Delightin Courting Pretty, Fair Maidsso When In Dublin I Arriveto Look For A Situationyou Can Always Hear Them All Say''he''s The Pride Of All The Nation''on George''s Quay I First Beganand There Became A Porterbut Me And Me Master Soon Fell Outwhich Cut Our Acquaintance Shorterin Sackville Street I Was A Pastry Cookin James'' Street, A Bakerin Cook Street I Did Coffins Makein Eustace Street, A Preacheri''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Tradeof Ev''ry Tradeof All Tradesand If You Wish To Know My Namethey Call Me Jack Of All Tradesin Baggot Street I Drove A Caband There Was Well Respectedin Francis Street I''d Lodging Bedsto Entertain All Strangersnow, Dublin Is Of High Renownor I Am Much Mistakenin Kevin Street, I Do Declarei Sold Butter, Eggs, And Baconin Golden Lane I Sold Old Shoesin Meath Street Was A Grinderin Barrack Street I Lost Me Wifeand I''m Glad I Ne''er Did Find Herin Mary''s Lane I Dyed Old Clothesof Which I''ve Often Boastedand Later In Exchequer Streetsold Mutton, Ready Roastedi''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Tradeof Ev''ry Tradeof All Tradesand If You Wish To Know My Namethey Call Me Jack Of All Trades