| 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 that e’er I’ve 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 with you all
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| Of all the comrades that e’er I had
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| They are sorry for my going away
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| And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
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| They would 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 I’ll softly call
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| Good night and joy be with you all
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| A man may drink and not be drunk
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| A man may fight and not be slain
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| A man may court a pretty girl
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| And perhaps be welcomed back again
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| But since it has so ought to be
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| By a time to rise and a time to fall
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| Come fill to me the parting glass
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| Good night and joy be with you all
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| Good night and joy be with you all |