St James Infirmary

I went Amdown to E7old Joe's Ambar room, on the corner FΔby the CsquareE7 Well, the Amdrinks were bein' E7served as Amusual, Am7and this FΔmotley E7crowd was Amthere Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red When he told me that sad story, these were the words he said: I went down to the St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, so cold, and fine, and fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be She can search this world over, never find another man like me Yes, sixteen coal black horses, to pull that rubber tied hack Well, it's seventeen miles to the graveyard, but my baby's never comin' back Well, now you've heard my story, well, have another round of booze And if anyone should ever, ever ask you, I've got the St. James infirmary blues!