Of all the money that e'er I had
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I've spent it in good company
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And all the harm that e'er I've done
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Alas it was to none but me
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And all I've done for want of wit
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To memory now I can't recall
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So fill to me the parting glass
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Good night and joy be with you all
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Of all the comrades that e'er I had
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They are sorry for my going away
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And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
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They would wish me one more day to stay
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But since it falls unto my lot
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That I should rise and you should not
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I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
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Good night and joy be with you all
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A man may drink and not be drunk
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A man may fight and not be slain
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A man may court a pretty girl
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And perhaps be welcomed back again
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But since it has so ought to be
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By a time to rise and a time to fall
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Come fill to me the parting glass
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Good night and joy be with you all
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Good night and joy be with you all
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The Parting Glass
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| Ed Sheeran |
