Michael Neaum

Oh all the money that e’er I spent,

I spent it in good company;

And all the harm that e’er 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.

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.

Oh all the comrades that e’er I had

are sorry now I‘m going away;

And all the sweethearts that e’er I 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 softly call

Good night, and joy be with you all.

But since it falsl unto my lot

That I should rise and you should not

I’ll gently rise and softly call

Good night and joy be with you all

Good night and joy be with you all