It was down in Old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
There drinks were served as usual
And usual crowd was there

On my right stood old joe McGuinny
His eyes were bloodshot red;
As he turned to the crowd
And these are the very words he said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
My babe, my babe, there she lay
Stretched out on a cold, cold white table
So cold, so fine, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever, wherever she may be
She may search that all wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
My babe, my babe, there she lay
Stretched out on a cold, cold white table
So cold, so fine, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever, wherever she may be
She may search that all wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
But she'll never never never find another sweet man like me
No, she'll never find another man like me