Of all the money that e’er I had, I spent it in good companyAnd of all the harm that e’er I’ve done, alas it was to none but meAnd all I’ve done for want of wit, to memory now I can’t recallSo fill to me the parting glass. goodnight and joy be with you allOf all the comrades that e’erI had, they’re sorry for my going awayAnd all the sweethearts that e’er I hadThey would wish me one more day to stayBut since it falls unto my lot thatI should rise and you should notI’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 slainA man may court a pretty girland perhaps be welcomed back againBut since it has so ordered beenby a time to rise and a time to fallCome fill to me the parting glass,Good night and joy be with you allGood night and joy be with you all