Just for the sake of completeness (some hope!) there is also a Bristol version :-

I am a jolly roving blade, they call me Jack of All Trades,
I always take my chief delight in kissing of the fair maids.
To the city of Bristol I set out to seek a situation
for tradesmen rare I do declare are the flower of the nation.

CH   I am a roving Jack, a roving Jack of all trades,
       and if you want to know my name, call me Jack of All Trades.

When into Corn Street first I came I there became a porter,
I with my master soon fell out and cut acquaintance shorter.
In Merchant Street a broker was, in Redcliffe Street a turner,
   I then to Lawrence Hill removed and there was a lime burner.

On John's Steps I a barber was and polished up their faces,
a teacher then in Park Street School to teach the children graces.
In Gloucester Lane a carrier was, in the The Friars was a baker,
in Maudlin Lane a mason was where I did tombstones make sir.

In Mitchell Lane a chimneysweep, in Wine Street was a draper,
and then to Clare Street next I came and set up a trunk maker.
In Nelson Street had a timber yard, there I sold boards and planks,
in Bullpaunch Lane a butcher was and sold sirloins and flanks.

In the High Street was a watchmaker of which I've often boasted,
I then removed to Lewins Mead, sold mutton raw and roasted.
In Brick Street kept a lodging-house, sold matches, pins and laces,
and thought no sin to take all in whether black or white their   faces.

In Temple Street a pawnbroker and money to lend was willing -
bring me your coat that's worth two pound and I'll lend you six shilling.
So now farewell amd fond adieu, a roving life I've led,
I must away to Durdham Down, a maiden for to wed.


I suppose Durdham Down was a place to find prostitutes in the old days. You can't now, of course.