The Saint James Infirmary Blues

For Amy.

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It was down to old Joe's barroom
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On the corner by the square
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The drinks they were served as usual
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And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood old Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned 'round to face the barroom
These are the words he said:

I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lyin' on a long white table
So cold, so white, so fair

I went down to see the doctor
"She's very low," he said
I went back to see my baby
And, Great god! She was dead

Let her go, let her go, God rest her
Wherever she may be
She may search the whole world over
She'll never find another man like me

Now that's the end of my story
Bartender, pour another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues