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Of all the money that e’er I’ve had, I spent it in good company.
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. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades 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…
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

A man may drink and not be drunk.
A man may fight and not be slain.
A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again.
But since it has, so ought to be, by a time to rise and a time to fall.
Come fill to me the parting glass.
Goodnight and joy be with you all.


Goodnight and joy be with you all.

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