| Of all the money that e’er I spent
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| I’ve spent it in good company
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| And all the harm that ever I did
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| Alas it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of wit
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| To memory now I can’t recall
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| So fill to me the parting glass
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| Good night and joy be with you all
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| If I had money enough to spend
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| And leisure to sit awhile
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| There is a fair maid in the town
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| That sorely has my heart beguiled
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| Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
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| I own she has my heart enthralled
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| So fill to me the parting glass
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| Good night and joy be with you all
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| Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had
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| They’re sorry for my going away
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| And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
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| They’d wish me one more day to stay
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| But since it falls unto my lot
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| That I should rise and you should not
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| I’ll gently rise and softly call
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| Good night and joy be with you all |