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
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