Way up in King Square, where the fountain flows, |I gave my ring there to the Saint John Rose;|But all the love I gave, she did refuse|And now I'm sittin' here, with the Saint John Blues.||Way up in King Square, in old Saint John,|I'm feeding pigeons here upon the lawn.|And while I'm sitting here, some pigeon coos|You're not the only one with the Saint John Blues||Way down on Charlotte Street, I used to fly|Until my little dove, she said goodbye|And now I'm lonely just like you|I've got them old Saint John Blues|(repeat all again)|