Of all the comrades that e’er I had, they’re sorry for my going awayAnd all the sweethearts that e’er I hadThey would wish me one more day to stayBut since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should notI’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call, “Goodnight and joy be with you all” [x]

Of all the comrades that e’er I had, they’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They 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 I’ll softly call, “Goodnight and joy be with you all” [x]