The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I had,
I've spent it in good company,
And all the harm that e'er I've done,
Alas! It was to none but me,
And all I've done for want of wit,
To mem'ry now I can't recall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I 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

Good night 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 welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
Goodnight and joy be with you all