Of all the money that e'er I had, I've spent it in good company
And of all the harm that I e'er I've done,
Alas it was 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
Good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
They'd 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 softly call:
Good night and joy be with you all.