Of all the money that e’er I had,
I 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.
If I had money enough to spend,
and leisure time to sit awhile,
there is a fair maid in this town
that sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall.
Then fill to me the parting glass.
Good night, and joy be with you all.
So fill to me the parting glass,
and drink a health whate’er befall
then gently rise and softly call:
“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 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 gently rise and softly call:
“Good night, and joy be with you all.”