I went down to Old Joe's Bar-room On the corner by the square Drinks were being served as usual And the same old crowd was there On my left was Old Joe MacKennedy His eyes were blood-shot red His elbow on the bar he turned to me And these are the words he said: I went down to St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair 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 sweet man like me When I die bury me in my straight legged shoes
Box back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys will know I died standing pat Well now you've heard my sad story Boy hand me another shot of that booze And if any one should ask you I've got the St. James Infirmary Blues I went down to St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair 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 sweet man like me