saint james infirmary

i went down in old joe's barroom, on the corner by the square, many drinks have been served as usual, and the usual crowd was there, on my 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 st james infirmary, to see my baby there, and she was stretched on a long white table, so cold, so white, so fair, oh let her go, let her go, god bless her, wherever she may be, she can search this wide world over, she'll never find another man like me, sixteen coal black horses, to pull that rubber tied hack, and there's seventeen miles to the graveyard, and my baby's ain't never very well, well, now that you've heard my story, well, have another round 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 wide 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 wide 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