The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I had
 I spent it in good company
 And of all the harm e'er I've done
 Alas it was to none but me
 And all I've done for want of wit
 To my mem'ry now I can't recall
 So fill to me a parting glass
 Good night and joy be to you all
 Of all the comrades that e'er I had
 They're sorry for my going away
 And of all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
 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 may drink and not be drunk
 A man may fight and not be slane
 A man may court a pretty girl
 And perhaps be welcomed home again
 But since it has so ought to be
 A time to rise and a time to fall
 Fill to me a parting glass
 Good night and joy be with you all
 So good night and joy be with you all