As sung by The Johnstons (lyrics found here and adjusted slightly; video here )

I am a rovin' sportin' blade, they call me Jack of all trades
I always found my chief delight in courtin' pretty fair maids
For when in Dublin I arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the nation

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

In Baggot Street I drove a cab and there was well requited
In Francis Street had lodging beds to entertain all strangers
For Dublin is of high renown, or I am much mistaken
In Kevin Street I do declare sold butter eggs and bacon

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

On George's Quay I first began, I there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out which cut my 'quaintance shorter
In Sackville Street a pastry cook, in James's Street a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make, in Eustace Street a preacher

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

In Golden Lane I sold old shoes, in Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost me wife, and I'm glad I ne'er could find her
In Mary's Lane I've dyed old clothes of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street sold mutton ready roasted

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

In Liffey Street had furniture, with fleas and bugs I sold it
And at the bank, a big placard, I often stood to hold it
In New Street I sold hay and straw, in Spitalfields made bacon
In Fishamble Street was at the grand old trade of basketmakin'

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

In Summerhill a coachmaker, in Denzille Street a gilder
In Cork Street was a tanner and in Brunswick Street a builder
In High Street I sold hosiery, in Patrick Street sold all blades
So if you wish to know my name, they call me Jack of all trades

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades

I'm a rovin' Jack of many a trade
Of every trade, of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades