Saint James Infirmary

I went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
There were drinks being served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On me left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
When he told me that sad story, these are the words that he said

When I went down to the St. James infirmary, to see my baby there
And she was stretched out on a long white table,
So cool, so white, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this far world over
She'll never find another man like me

Sixteen coal black horses to put that roberton hat
and then seventeen miles to the graveyard
and my baby ain't never buried back

and now that you heard my story
Well I'll have another run of booze
And if anyone should ever ask you
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this far world over
She'll never find another man like me

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
And she can search this far world over
She'll never find another man like me
No she'll never find another man like me
She'll never find another man like me