I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long wooden table
So cold, so still, so fair

I went up to see the doctor
"She's very low," he said
I went back to see my baby
Good God, she's lying there dead

I went down to Old Joe's Bar-room
On the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there

To my left stood old Joe McKennedy
His eyes were blood-shot red
He turned to the crowd around him
And thеse are the words hе said:

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

She can search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
When I die, please Lord, bury me
In my ten-dollar Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends will know I died standing pat

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
And six choir girls to sing me songs
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as I go along

Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you
Just tell them I got the St. James Infirmary blues