Lyrics from a broadside in the Bodleian collection: Harding B 26(499) date: 18—.


THE PARTING GLASS

All the money that e’er I had, I spent it in good company,
And all the harm that ever I done, alas! it was to none but me,
And all I have 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.

CHORUS: Be with you all—be with you all—good night and joy be with you all;
So fill to me the parting glass—good night and joy be with you all.

All the comrades that e’er I had, they’re sorry for me going away,
All the sweethearts e’er I had, they’d wish me one day more to stay,
But since it came unto my lot that I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and with a smile; good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit a while,
There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own she has my heart enthralled,
Then fill to me the parting glass; good night and joy be with you all.

When I am boosing of my quart, and none but strangers round me all,
My poor heart will surely break, when I am boosing far awa,
Far awa, oh, far awa, when I am boosing far awa,
My poor heart will surely break, when I am boosing far awa.

Haly, Printer, Cork