Of all the money that ere I had, I've spent it in good company,
And all the harm that ere I've done, alas it was done to none but me And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that ere I've had, they are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that ere I've had, they would wish me one more day to stay, But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, goodnight and joy be with you all.
A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcome back again But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall Come fill to me the Parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all. Come fill to me the Parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.