The Parting Glass

"...Of all the comrades that e'er I had,

They are sorry for my going away,

And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,

They would 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.

A man may drink and not be drunk,

A man may fight and not be slain,

A man may court a pretty girl,

And perhaps be welcome back again.

But since it has so ought to be,

By a time to rise and a time to fall,

Come fill to me the parting glass,

Good night and joy be with you all.

Good night and joy be with you all."