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. / Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had, / They’re sorry for my going away, / And all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve loved, / 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’ll gently rise and softly call, / Good night and joy be with you all.