The parting glass

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

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

A man may drink and not be drunk,
A man may fight and may not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again.

But since it has so ordered been
For a time to rise, and a time to fall
So fill to me the Parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.