Of all the money e’er I had, I spent it in good company. And all the harm I’ve ever 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
Oh, all the comrades e’er I had, They’re sorry for my going away, And all the sweethearts 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 gently rise and softly call, That I should go and you should not, 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