The Parting Glass

All of 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 memory now I can't recall. So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all. All of the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my goin' away And all the sweethearts that e're I had, they would wish me one more day to stay And since it falls into 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! Her man may dream and not be drunk, but a man may fight and not be slain. A man may call a pretty girl and perhaps be well come back again, but since it has so worth to be. By the time to rise and the time to fall. Come fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all. Goodnight and joy be with you all