Lletres: Pogues, The. The Parting Glass.

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Oh all the money 'are I had

I spent it in good company

And all the harm I ever 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

Goodnight and joy be with you all



Oh all the comrades 'are I had

They're sorry for my going away

And all the sweethearts 'are I knew

They wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls into my lot

That I should rise and you should not

I gently rise and softly fall

Goodnight and joy be with you all



If I had money, enought 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

And oh she has my heart entrhalled

So fill to me the parting glass

Goodnight and joy be with you all