O, of all the money ever I spent,
I spent it in good company,
And all the harm 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 comforts that ever I had,
they're sorry for my going away
And of all the sweethearts
they wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Í færði hæmma dér, aftur stend,
And leisure time to sit a while.
There is a fair maid in this town
That so right has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has, my heart in thrall
Then fill to me the parting glass
Good night an d joy be with you all