The Parting Glass

Oh, all the money that e'er I spent,
I spent it in good company,
and all the harm that e'er I did,
alas, it was to none but me.
And all that I've done for want of wit
to memory now I can't recall,
so fill for me the parting glass;
good night, and joy be with you all.

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
were sorry for my going away,
and all the sweethearts that e'er I had
would beg 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 softly call,
"Good night, and joy be with you all."