I went down to St. Old Joes Bar room
At the corner by the square
The drinks were being served as usual
And a goodly crowd was there
On my left Big Joe Mc Kennedy
His eyes so bloodshot red
As he gazed at the crowd around him
These were the very words he said
I went down to St. James´ Infirmary
I sought my baby there
She was streched out on a big white table
So sweet so cold so fair
Now let her go, let her go God bless her
Where ever she may be
She has looked her wide world over
and never found another man as me
When I die please bury me
In my hightop Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar goldpiece on my watch chain
The gang will know I died standing straight
Oh now that you´ve heard my story
Let´s have another shot of booze
And if anyone should ask you
I ´ve got those St. James´s Infirmary blues