The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I had

I spent it in good company

And of 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

Goodnight, and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had

They're sorry for my going away

And all the sweethearts that e'er I've 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 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 slain

A man may court a pretty girl

And perhaps be welcomed back again

But since it has so ordered be

By a time to rise and a time to fall

Come fill to me the parting glass

Goodnight, and joy be with you all

Come fill to me the parting glass

Goodnight, and joy be with you all