作词 : Traditional Song
作曲 : Traditional Song
Of all the money that ere I had, I've spent it in good company,
And of all the harm that ere I've done, Alas was done to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, To memory now I cannot recall.
So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be to you all.
So fill to me the parting glass,And drink a health whate'er befalls.
And gently and softly call,Good night and joy be to you all.
Oh all the comrades ever I had,They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts ever I had,They'd wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls into my lost,That I should rise and you should not.
I gently rise and softly call,Goodnight and joy be to you all.
So fill to me the parting glass,And drink a health whate'er befalls.
And gently and softly call,Good night and joy be to you all.
But since it falls into my lost,That I should rise and you should not.
I gently rise and softly call,Goodnight and joy be to you all.
So fill to me the parting glass,And drink a health whate'er befalls.
I gently rise and softly call,Goodnight and joy be to you all.