Oh, All the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
At last it was done to none but me
And all I've done for want of which
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me a Parting Glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh, 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 then softly call
Good night, and joy be with you all.