Apr 28 | I love my Dad

“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 family 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 I’ll softly call:

‘Good night, and joy be with you all.'”

 

(“The Parting Glass”, trad. Celtic, lyrics slightly adapted by me).

 

I managed to sing this at my Dad’s funeral yesterday. I only wish I had gotten the chance to teach it to him.

-Clarity