Of all the money e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that ever 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 to you all
And all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e'er I've had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls into my lot,
That I shall rise and you shall not,
Well I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be to you all.