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 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 been by a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all