Of all the money that ever I spend
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 e'er I had 
They are sorry for my going away 
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had 
They would wish me one more day to stay 
But since it falls unto my lord 
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 ordered been 
By a time to rise and a time to fall  [bad word] fill to me the parting glass 
Goodnight and joy be with you all 
Goodnight and joy be with you all