Roger, I found "Birmingham Jack Of All Trades" in a great book by Roy Palmer called a "Touch On The Times.” My copy is so old ISBN hadn't been invented!

BIRMINGHAM JACK OF ALL TRADES

I am a jolly roving blade
They call me Jack of all trades
I always fixed my chief delight
In kissing of the fair maids
To Birmingham I did set out
To seek a situation
I'd often heard folks say it was
The toy shop of the nation

Chorus
I'm a roving Jack of all trades
Of every trade and all trades
And if you want to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

'Twas in the Bull Ring first I went
There I became a porter
I with my master soon fell out
And cut acquaintance shorter
In Bull Street was a pastry cook
Dale End an undertaker
Then I removed to Friday Street
There I set up coffin maker

In Pinfold Street I sold rag mops
In Bread Street was a grinder
In Dudley Street I lost my wife
Thank God I could never find her
In Hill Street I sold black puddings
In Edmund Street made mouse traps
At the Old Wharf I did sell coal
In Suffolk Street made louse traps

In Digbeth was a waterman
St Martin's Lane a saddler
In Ran's Yard was a slaughterman
In Park Street was a fiddler
In Spiceal Street I sold hot pudding
At Friday Bridge sold charcoal
In Philip Street sold blacking paste
In High Street kept the louse-hole

In Smallbrook Street made candle-sticks
In Worcester Street a broker
In Floodgate Street made fire-irons
Both shovel, tongs and poker
In Ann Street was a dialist
Newhall Street a die-sinker
In New Street drove a hackney coach
In Moor Street was a printer

In Walmer Lane steel trusses made
In Lichfield Street a sad shop
In Steelhouse Lane made snuffers
And in Bell Street kept a rag shop
In Church Street was a silversmith
In Livery Street made split rings
In Charles Street was a clock maker
And all such little odd things

In Aston Street I did make glass
In Coleshill Street a baker
In Woodcock Street I did cast brass
In Duke Street was a Quaker
In the Horse Fair sold crumpets rare
Made penny wigs in Cox Street
At Lady Well I kept a bath
In Hurst Street I sold dog's meat

At Islington I sold sky blue
In Smithfield was a drover
In Stafford Street I sold old shoes
In Bath Street was a glover
In Loveday Street sold measuring tapes
In Price Street bled with leeches
In Lench Street I sold penny pies
In York Street sold old breeches

In Broad Street I made spectacles
In Sand Street an engraver
In Weaman Street a gun maker
In Newton Street a pavior
In Snow Hill was a pawnbroker
In Shadwell Street a sawyer
In Bromsgrove Street made coffin nails
In Cannon Street a lawyer

In Temple Street I sold shaloon
In Queen Street a cork cutter
In Colmore Street I kept a shop
Sold bacon cheese and butter
In John Street I sold faggots hot
Of which I often boasted
And then in London Prentice Street
Sold mutton ready roasted

In Swallow Street made bellow pipes
In Wharf Street was a blacksmith
In Beak Street there I did sell tripe
In Freeman Street was a locksmith
In Cherry Street I was a quack
In Summer Lane sold pancakes
Oh then at last I got a knack
To manufacture worm cakes

In Wood Street I sold sandpaper
In Buck Street I sold prayer books
In Duddeston Street made pattern cards
In Doe Street I sold fishhooks
In Ashted I made Jew’s harp springs
In Thomas Street made awl blades
So now you know the ups and downs
Of a jolly Jack of all trades

Note:
Louse-traps: Hats
Louse-hole: Lock-up
Dialist: Maker of dials
Sad shop: Bakery
Shaloon: Sort of cloth

Birmingham used to be known as the "city of the thousand trades.”

I wish I'd finished that "Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing" course!

Tim

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 17-Mar-02.