Chords for The Chieftains - Jack Of All Trades
Tempo:
114.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
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G
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] I'm a roving jack of any trade, Of every trade, of all trades, And if you wish to know my [A] name, They call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
I'm a roving gun, a sporting [A] blade, They call me Jack of all [D] Trades, I always take a great [A] delight In courting [D] pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin [Am] I arrive, To look [D] for a situation, You could [Em] always [D] hear the [G] Moor [D] say, He's the [A] pride of [D] all the nation.
Dum da diddly diddly dum, dum diddly diddly dum, da diddly diddly dum.
On George's Quay I first began, And [A] there became a porter, [D] But me and me master soon fell out, [A] Which cut our [D] acquaintance shorter.
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook, In Jay the street a baker, In [Em] Cook's Street [D] I did [G] coffin's [D] make, In Eustace Street a preacher.
I'm a roving jack of any trade, [A] Of every trade, of [D] all trades, And if you wish to know my name, They [A] call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
[Am] [D] In Baghead Street I dove a cab, And there was well respected, In Francis Street I'd lodging [A] beds, To [D] entertain all strangers.
Now Dublin is not [Am] my [D] renaissance, For I am much [Am] mistaken, [D] In Heaven Street I do [G] declare, [D] I sold poker, eggs and bacon.
[B] [Em]
[A] [D] [Bm] [A] [D] In Golden Lane I sold old [A] shoes, In Mead Street was a grinder, [D] In Barrick Street I lost me wife, [A] And I'm glad I ne'er [D] did find her.
In Mary's Lane I dyed old clothes, Of which [C] I've often [D] posted, And later in [G] Exchequer Street, [D] Sold mutton ready roasted.
I'm a roving jack of any [A] trade, Of [G] every [A] trade, of all [D] trades, And if you wish to know my name, They call me Jack of all Trades.
[A] [D]
[A] [D] [Am] [D]
I'm a roving gun, a sporting [A] blade, They call me Jack of all [D] Trades, I always take a great [A] delight In courting [D] pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin [Am] I arrive, To look [D] for a situation, You could [Em] always [D] hear the [G] Moor [D] say, He's the [A] pride of [D] all the nation.
Dum da diddly diddly dum, dum diddly diddly dum, da diddly diddly dum.
On George's Quay I first began, And [A] there became a porter, [D] But me and me master soon fell out, [A] Which cut our [D] acquaintance shorter.
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook, In Jay the street a baker, In [Em] Cook's Street [D] I did [G] coffin's [D] make, In Eustace Street a preacher.
I'm a roving jack of any trade, [A] Of every trade, of [D] all trades, And if you wish to know my name, They [A] call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
[Am] [D] In Baghead Street I dove a cab, And there was well respected, In Francis Street I'd lodging [A] beds, To [D] entertain all strangers.
Now Dublin is not [Am] my [D] renaissance, For I am much [Am] mistaken, [D] In Heaven Street I do [G] declare, [D] I sold poker, eggs and bacon.
[B] [Em]
[A] [D] [Bm] [A] [D] In Golden Lane I sold old [A] shoes, In Mead Street was a grinder, [D] In Barrick Street I lost me wife, [A] And I'm glad I ne'er [D] did find her.
In Mary's Lane I dyed old clothes, Of which [C] I've often [D] posted, And later in [G] Exchequer Street, [D] Sold mutton ready roasted.
I'm a roving jack of any [A] trade, Of [G] every [A] trade, of all [D] trades, And if you wish to know my name, They call me Jack of all Trades.
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[A] [D] [Am] [D]
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[D] I'm a roving jack of any trade, Of every trade, of all trades, And if you wish to know my [A] name, They call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
_ I'm a roving gun, a sporting [A] blade, They call me Jack of all [D] Trades, I always take a great [A] delight In courting [D] pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin [Am] I arrive, To look [D] for a situation, You could [Em] always [D] hear the [G] Moor [D] say, He's the [A] pride of [D] all the nation.
Dum da diddly diddly dum, dum diddly diddly dum, da diddly diddly dum.
On George's Quay I first began, And [A] there became a porter, [D] But me and me master soon fell out, [A] Which cut our [D] acquaintance shorter. _
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook, In Jay the street a baker, In [Em] Cook's Street [D] I did [G] coffin's [D] make, In Eustace Street a preacher.
_ I'm a roving jack of any trade, [A] Of every trade, of [D] all trades, And if you wish to know my name, They [A] call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] In Baghead Street I dove a cab, And there was well respected, In Francis Street I'd lodging [A] beds, To [D] entertain all strangers.
_ Now Dublin is not [Am] my _ [D] renaissance, For I am much [Am] mistaken, [D] In Heaven Street I do [G] declare, [D] I sold poker, eggs and bacon.
_ [B] _ [Em] _
[A] _ [D] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ [D] In Golden Lane I sold old [A] shoes, In Mead Street was a grinder, [D] In Barrick Street I lost me wife, [A] And I'm glad I ne'er [D] did find her.
In Mary's Lane I dyed old _ clothes, Of which [C] I've often [D] posted, And later in [G] Exchequer Street, [D] Sold mutton ready roasted.
_ I'm a roving jack of any [A] trade, Of [G] every [A] trade, of all [D] trades, And if you wish to know my name, They call me Jack of all Trades. _
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_ I'm a roving gun, a sporting [A] blade, They call me Jack of all [D] Trades, I always take a great [A] delight In courting [D] pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin [Am] I arrive, To look [D] for a situation, You could [Em] always [D] hear the [G] Moor [D] say, He's the [A] pride of [D] all the nation.
Dum da diddly diddly dum, dum diddly diddly dum, da diddly diddly dum.
On George's Quay I first began, And [A] there became a porter, [D] But me and me master soon fell out, [A] Which cut our [D] acquaintance shorter. _
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook, In Jay the street a baker, In [Em] Cook's Street [D] I did [G] coffin's [D] make, In Eustace Street a preacher.
_ I'm a roving jack of any trade, [A] Of every trade, of [D] all trades, And if you wish to know my name, They [A] call me [D] Jack of all Trades.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] In Baghead Street I dove a cab, And there was well respected, In Francis Street I'd lodging [A] beds, To [D] entertain all strangers.
_ Now Dublin is not [Am] my _ [D] renaissance, For I am much [Am] mistaken, [D] In Heaven Street I do [G] declare, [D] I sold poker, eggs and bacon.
_ [B] _ [Em] _
[A] _ [D] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ [D] In Golden Lane I sold old [A] shoes, In Mead Street was a grinder, [D] In Barrick Street I lost me wife, [A] And I'm glad I ne'er [D] did find her.
In Mary's Lane I dyed old _ clothes, Of which [C] I've often [D] posted, And later in [G] Exchequer Street, [D] Sold mutton ready roasted.
_ I'm a roving jack of any [A] trade, Of [G] every [A] trade, of all [D] trades, And if you wish to know my name, They call me Jack of all Trades. _
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