Of all the money that e'er I had
 I've 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

 Of all [bad word] that ever I had
 They are sorry for my going away
 And all the sweethearts that ever I had
 They 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
 Good night and joy be with you all

 man may drink and not be [bad word]  man may fight and not be slain
 man may court a pretty girl
 And perhaps be [bad word] back again
 But since it has so ought to be
 By a time to rise and a time to fall [bad word] fill to me the parting glass
 Good night and joy be with you all
 Good night and joy be with you all