Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company
And
of 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. Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Of
all the comrades that e'er I had, they're 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, "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 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, good night and joy be with you all.
Good
night and joy be with you all.
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