Of all the money that ere I had,
they spent it in good company.
And all the harm I’ve ever done,
alas it was to none but me.
So fill to me the parting glass,
and drink a health whate'er befalls.
And gently rise and softly call,
“Goodnight and joy be to you all.”
Of all the comrades that ere I had
they’re sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had,
they’d wished me one more day to stay.
So fill to me the parting glass,
and drink a health whate'er befalls.
And gently rise and softly call,
“Goodnight and joy be to you all.”
But since it falls unto my lot,
that I should rise and you should not.
I’ll 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 rise and softly call,
“Goodnight and joy be to you all.”
“Goodnight and joy be to you all.”