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I'm a roving jack of many a trade |
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Of ev'ry trade |
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Of all trades |
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And if you wish to know my name |
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They call me Jack of All Trades |
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I'm a roving and a sporting blade |
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They call me Jack of All Trades |
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I always take a great delight |
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In courting pretty, fair maids |
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So when in Dublin I arrive |
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To look for a situation |
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You can always hear them all say |
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"He's the pride of all the nation" |
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On George's Quay I first began |
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And there became a porter |
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But me and me master soon fell out |
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Which cut our acquaintance shorter |
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In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook |
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In James' Street, a baker |
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In Cook Street I did coffins make |
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In Eustace Street, a preacher |
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I'm a roving jack of many a trade |
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Of ev'ry trade |
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Of all trades |
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And if you wish to know my name |
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They call me Jack of All Trades |
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In Baggot Street I drove a cab |
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And there was well respected |
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In Francis Street I'd lodging beds |
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To entertain all strangers |
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Now, Dublin is of high renown |
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Or I am much mistaken |
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In Kevin Street, I do declare |
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I sold butter, eggs, and bacon |
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In Golden Lane I sold old shoes |
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In Meath Street was a grinder |
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In Barrack Street I lost me wife |
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And I'm glad I ne'er did find her |
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In Mary's Lane I dyed old clothes |
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Of which I've often boasted |
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And later in Exchequer Street |
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Sold mutton, ready roasted |
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I'm a roving jack of many a trade |
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Of ev'ry trade |
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Of all trades |
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And if you wish to know my name |
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They call me Jack of All Trades |
