All the money that e’er I had, I spent it in good company.
And 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, good night and joy be to you all.
All the friends that e’er I had, they're sorry for my goin’ away,
And all the lovers that ere I had, they wish me one more day to stay,
And since it fell into my lot that I should rise and you should not,
Fill to me the parting glass "Good night and joy be to you all!"
Fill to me the parting glass, and drink a health whate’er befall,
So gently rise and softly call goodnight, and joy be to you all!
Firkin |
