[John sobers at the song, as well. He has something in mind, as well. There had been enough Irishmen in his crew to learn this one.]
Of all the money that ever I spent I spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I've done Alas, it was 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 Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that ever I've had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that ever I've had 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
no subject
Of all the money that ever I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I've done
Alas, it was 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
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that ever I've had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that ever I've had
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