Of all the money that e'er I had
And all the harm that e'er I done
And all I've done for want of wit
So fill to me the parting glass
And good night and joy be with you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whatever befalls
And gently rise and softly call
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 had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whatever befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whatever befalls