Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.
And of all the harm that ere I've done,
alas was done to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.
So fill me to the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that ere I had,
they're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that ere I had,
they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise
and you should not,
I will gently rise and I'll softly call, goodnight
and joy be with you all.

A man dring and not be drunk,
a man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
and perhaps be welcome back again

But since it has so orderedbeen by a time to rise
and a time to fall
Come fill to me the Parting Glass, goodnight,
and joy be with you all.