Traditional Irish Ballad
Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. And of the harm that ere I've done, alas was done 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. Goodbye and joy be with you all. Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away, And of the sweethearts that ere I had, they wish me one more day to stay, But since it falls into my lot that I should go and you should not, I will gently rise and softly call, "Goodbye and joy be with you all!"