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
Go ahead!

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
When I die, I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
I want a box back coat and a stetson hat
I want a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So everybody goin' to know that I died standing pat

Yes, sixteen coal black horses,
to pull [bad word] tied hack
Well, it's seventeen miles to the graveyard,
but my baby's [bad word]  back

Well, now you've heard my story,
well, have another round of booze
And if anyone should ever, ever ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.