Of all the money ere I had
I spend it in good company
And of all the harm that ere I done
Alas ‘twas done 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
Goodnight and joy be with you all

Oh all the comrades ere I had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts ere I had
Would wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls
Unto my lot
That I must go, and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all
Goodnight and joy be with you all