I went down to St James Infirmary - I saw my baby there
She was stretched along a long, cold, white table - so cold, so sweet so bare
I looked up to see the doctor - 'she's very low' he said
And when I turned back to look at my baby she was there lying dead
Today I helped carry her coffin and we're all dressed in black
Twelve of us went on down to that graveyard - only eleven came back
And I said 'let her go, let her go God bless her wherever she may be
She could search this whole wide world over - she'd never find a sweetheart like me'
And now you've heard my story of what I did lose
If anybody else here should ask you tell them I got those St James Infirmary Blues