The Parting Glass

Of all the money that ever I spent
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 memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that ever I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that ever I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay

But since it fell unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to 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 been
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all