Streets of London

I'm a rovin' blade of many a trade

I've every trade and all trades

And if you want to know me name

Call me Jack of all trades

I've often heard of London town

The pride of every nation

At twenty-one, it's here I come

To try for a situation

In Covent Garden I began

And there I was a porter

Me and the boss, we soon fell out

Which made the acquaintance shorter

Then I drove a number forty-six

From Waterloo to Wembley

Where I became an engineer

On aeroplane assembly

In Charlotte Street I was a chef

In Stepney Green a tailor

But very soon they laid us off

So I became a sailor

In Rotherhithe a stevedore

In the Grays Inn road a grinder

On Hampstead Heath I lost me wife

It's sad but I never did find her

In Downing Street I was a lord

In Denmark Street I made songs

In every street and all streets

With my banjo I played songs

Harley Street I was a clerk

In Turnham Green a teacher

On Highbury Hill a halfback

And on Primrose Hill a preacher

In Gower Street I'd furniture

With fleas and bugs I sold it

In Leicester Square a big white card

I often stood to hold it

By London Bridge I'd lodging beds

For all who made their way there

For London is of high renown

And Scotsmen often stay there

I'm a rovin' blade of many a trade

I've every trade and all trades

And if you want to know me name

Call me Jack of all trades

I've tried me hand at everything

From herring bones to hat pegs

But I can raise me head and say

I've never been a blackleg