I went down to St.James Infirmary. Saw my baby there. She was stretched out on a long, white table. So cold, so sweet, so fair. . Let her go, let her go, God bless her.
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square. They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there. On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
I went down to St. James Infirmary. I heard my baby groan. And I felt so broken hearted. She used to be my. Used to be my very own. . And I tried so hard to keep from crying.
I went down to St. James Infirmary. I heard my baby groan. And I felt so broken hearted. She used to be my. Used to be my very own. . And I tried so hard to keep from crying.