Of all the money that ever I had I've spent it in good company And of all the harm that ever I've done Alas it was to none but me For 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 ever I had They are sorry for my going away And of all the sweet hearts that ever I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But as it falls unto my lot That I must go and you must not I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be with you all