O, all the money e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that ever I've done,
alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
to mem'ry now I can't recall;
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

O, all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They'd wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile.
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own, she has my heart in thrall;
Then fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme.
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine.
Come lift up your voices all grieve to refrain.
For we may or might never all meet here again.

So here's a health to your company and one to my lass.
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass.
Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain.
For we may or might never all meet here again.

Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well.
For style and for beauty there's none can excel.
There's a smile in the heart of comfort when she sits upon my knee.
There's no man in this wide world as happy as me.

So here's a health to your company and one to my lass.
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass.
Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain.
For we may or might never all meet here again.

Our ship lies at anchore, she ready to dock.
I wish her a safe bondage with out any shock.
And if ever I should need you, by land or by sea.
I will always remember your kindess to me.
So here's a health to your company and one to my lass.
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass.
Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain.
For we may or might never all meet here again.
For we may or might never all meet here again.

O ye landsmen and ye seamen, come listen to my song
Its of a trick that was played on me, it won't delay you long.
I came from sea the other day, a fair delighted me,
She kindly asked me to a dance up on Peters Street.

"Oh no," said I "my fair maid though I can dance quiet well
Tonight I'm bound for Wickalos Town, that were my people dewell."
You'd better come with me," she said "for the distance is not far."
And finding her so friendly I jumped into her car.

Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go
Was a little did I ever think, she'd pull my overthrow.
Rob my gold watch and 30 pounds, a pack of fags and fled
And left me there stark naked, alone upon the bed.
Now when I awoke in the morning, it was nothing did I spy
But a women shirt and apron upon the bed did lie
I run my hands, I tore my hair, I cried "What should I do?"
Ah tonigh I'm bound for Wickalos Town, no more will I see you

Well as the streets were lonesome at the hour of 2 O'clock
I put on this shirt and apron and marched down to the dock.
The crew, they saw me coming, these words to me they did say,
"My dear old chap you've struck a snap since you've been gone away.
Are those the new Spring fashions that the ladies wear on shore
Where is the shop you bought them at and is there anymore."
The captian on the quarter deck look at me with a frown
"Say Jack my boy, you'd better suitin that for 30 pounds."
"I would sir, if I could sir, if I only got the chance
But I met a girl on Peter Street and she ask me to a dance.
She dance my hearts deception, I got robbed from head to feet
And I'll take my oath, no more will I'll go to a dance on Peter Street."

Oh ye landmen and ye seamen, a warning take from me
Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree.
Be sure to choose good company or you'll find yourselve like me
With a women's shirt and apron, to fit you out for sea.

My name it is Peter Emberly [or Amberlay] I give you to understand
I was born in Prince Edward Island, that fair and virtuous land
In eighteen hundred and eighty, when the flowers were a brilliant hue
I left my native country my fortune to pursue

I landed in New Brunswick, that lumbering country
I hired to work in the lumbering woods down south of the Miramichi
I hired to work in the lumbering woods where they cut the tall spruce down
While loading two sleds from the yard I received my deathly wound.

There's danger on the ocean, where the waves roll mountains high
There's danger on the battlefield, where the angry bullets fly
There's danger in the lumbering woods, for death comes crashing there
And I have fallen victim to that great and deadly snare.

Here's adieu to Prince Edward Island, that garden in the sea
No more I'll walk your flowery banks nor enjoy your salty breeze
No more I'll see those lofty ships as they go sailing by
Their banners floating in the breeze above the canvas high.

Here's adieu to Prince Edward Island, and the Island girls so true
Long may they live to roam the shores where my first breath I drew
No more I'll see those gallant ships as they go sailing by
Their banners floating in the breeze above the canvas high.

(* Different versions; the last verse of the song, the religious one, was added by Abraham Munn, much to the writer's displeasure)

I was born in Portland town
Yes I was (x3)

I got married in Portland town
Yes I did (x3)

Children I had one, two, three
Yes I did (x3)

Frankie, Jimmy and Johnny made three
Yes they did (x3)

Sent my children off to war
Yes they did (x3)

Killed my children one, two, three
Yes they did (x3)

Murdered my children one, two, three
Yes they did (x3)

I won't have no kids no more
No I won't (x3)