| Of all the money that e’er I had
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| I spent it in good company
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| And all the harm I’ve ever done
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| Alas, it was to none but me
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| 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 to you all
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| So fill to me the parting glass
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| And drink a health whate’er befalls
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| Then gently rise and softly call
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| «Good night and joy be to you all»
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| Of 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 fell into 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 to you all»
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| But since it fell into 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 to you all»
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| Good night and joy be to you all |