Oh all the money that e'er I spent
 I spent it in [bad word]  And all the harm that e'er I've 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

 Oh all [bad word] that e'er I've had
 Are sorry for my going away
 And all the sweethearts that e'er I've 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'll gently rise and I'll softly call