The Parting Glass (Arr. Pacey)

Of all the money that e'er I 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

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're 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 fall and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Goodnight, and joy be with you all

Joy be with you all