Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.?And of all the harm that ere I've done,?alas was done to none but me.?And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.?So fill me to the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.??Of all the comrades that ere I had,?they're sorry for my going away, ?And of all the sweethearts that ere I had,?they wish me one more day to stay,?But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise?and you should not, ?I will gently rise and I'll softly call, goodnight?and joy be with you all.??A man dring and not be drunk,?a man may fight and not be slain?A man may court a pretty girl?and perhaps be welcome back again??But since it has so orderedbeen by a time to rise?and a time to fall?Come fill to me the Parting Glass, goodnight,?and joy be with you all