I went Down to St. James Infirmary
And I heard my baby moan
And I felt so broken hearted
She used to be my very own
And I tried so hard to Keep from crying
My heart felt just like lead
She was all that I had to live for
Oh, I wish it was me instead
So sad, so sad
I went Down to St. James Infirmary
And I saw my baby there
stretched out on a long white table
so lonesome so cold and so bare
Let her go let her go
And made on bless her
whatrever she she may be poor
she has searched this wide world over
Oh but she'll never find a man like me
she's gone she's gone she's gone
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