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