I went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square There were drinks being served as usual, and the usual crowd was there On me left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red When he told me that sad story, these are the words that he said When I went down to the St. James infirmary, to see my baby there And she was stretched out on a long white table, So cool, so white, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this far world over She'll never find another man like me Sixteen coal black horses to put that roberton hat And then seventeen miles to the graveyard And my baby ain't never buried back And now that you heard my story Well I'll have another run of booze And if anyone should ever ask you I've got the St. James Infirmary blues Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this far world over She'll never find another man like me Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be And she can search this far world over She'll never find another man like me No she'll never find another man like me She'll never find another man like me