Saint-James Infirmary

I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
On the corner of the street
They were drinking wine as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Now on my left stood big Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
And he looked down at the crowd around him
And these were the very words he said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
I looked down at the long white table
So sweet, so cold, so bare

Let him go, let him go, God bless him
Wherever he may be
You can look this wide world over
You'll never find a street boy like me

Went down to the St. James Infirmary
Heard my baby moan
I felt so brokenhearted
He used to be my own
Used to be my own