Of all the money that e'er I had,
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.

Of all [bad word] that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've  loved,
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.
Good night and joy be with you all.