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 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 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 [bad word] fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all