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 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 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 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.
goodnight and joy be with you all.