(Traditional Irish Folk Song)
Of all the money that e'er I had,
I spent it in good company,
And all the harm that e'er I did
Was drunk in generosity.
I have a brown mistress, but who can deny,
How lovely she looks in her own native dye,
But now I must leave her, and go far away,
And die in somebody else's arms.
But if at five in the morning,
when I am gone,
You'll call me my true love,
and give me a dram,
I shall mount the wind, and flee to your side,
My ghost will sleep in the arms I died.
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good people, let's drink a toast to me,
You may forget the life that was,
But in life I loved you all.