Of all the money that er'e I spent
I spent it [bad word] 
And all the harm that ere I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I have done
For want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill ne the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all

Of all [bad word] that er'e I had
Are sorry for my going away
and all the sweetheart that er'e I had
Would 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

If I had enough money to spend
And leisure time to sit a while
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosey cheeks [bad word] lips
I own, she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all