Lyrics:

I''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Trade**lf**of Ev''ry Trade**lf**of All Trades**lf**and If You Wish To Know My Name**lf**they Call Me Jack Of All Trades**lf****lf**i''m A Roving And A Sporting Blade**lf**they Call Me Jack Of All Trades**lf**i Always Take A Great Delight**lf**in Courting Pretty, Fair Maids**lf**so When In Dublin I Arrive**lf**to Look For A Situation**lf**you Can Always Hear Them All Say**lf**''he''s The Pride Of All The Nation''**lf****lf**on George''s Quay I First Began**lf**and There Became A Porter**lf**but Me And Me Master Soon Fell Out**lf**which Cut Our Acquaintance Shorter**lf**in Sackville Street I Was A Pastry Cook**lf**in James'' Street, A Baker**lf**in Cook Street I Did Coffins Make**lf**in Eustace Street, A Preacher**lf****lf**i''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Trade**lf**of Ev''ry Trade**lf**of All Trades**lf**and If You Wish To Know My Name**lf**they Call Me Jack Of All Trades**lf****lf**in Baggot Street I Drove A Cab**lf**and There Was Well Respected**lf**in Francis Street I''d Lodging Beds**lf**to Entertain All Strangers**lf**now, Dublin Is Of High Renown**lf**or I Am Much Mistaken**lf**in Kevin Street, I Do Declare**lf**i Sold Butter, Eggs, And Bacon**lf****lf**in Golden Lane I Sold Old Shoes**lf**in Meath Street Was A Grinder**lf**in Barrack Street I Lost Me Wife**lf**and I''m Glad I Ne''er Did Find Her**lf**in Mary''s Lane I Dyed Old Clothes**lf**of Which I''ve Often Boasted**lf**and Later In Exchequer Street**lf**sold Mutton, Ready Roasted**lf****lf**i''m A Roving Jack Of Many A Trade**lf**of Ev''ry Trade**lf**of All Trades**lf**and If You Wish To Know My Name**lf**they Call Me Jack Of All Trades