Of all the money that e'er I had, I have spent it in good company. Oh, and all the harm I have ever 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 with you all. Of all the comrades that e'er I had, They're sorry for my going away. And of all the sweethearts that e'er I had, They would wish me one more day to stay. But since it falls onto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, Good night and joy be with you all. But since it falls onto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.