The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that I've ever 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 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 gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
A MaN they drink, and not be drunk
A man they fight and not be slan
A man they call the pretty girl and perhaps be welcome back again, but since it has so ought be by a time to rise and a time to fall
Come feel to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all.