A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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THE PARTING GLASS
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.
Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my 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.
Traditional Irish
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