Of all the money that e’er I spent,
I spent it in good company
And of all the harm that I ever did,
Alas, it was to none but me
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”

Of all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going-away
Of all the sweethearts that e’er I had,
They’d 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”

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to think a while
There is a fair maid in this town
Who sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I’ll own she has my heart in thrall
But fill to me the parting glass:
Good night, and joy be with you all