Of all the money that e'er I had, I've spent it in good company And of all the harm that I 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 Good night and joy be with 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 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'll gently rise and softly call: Good night and joy be with you all.