I went down
To Saint James Infirmary
And I saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table, yeah
So sweet, so calm, so fair
Let her go, let her go
God bless her, yeah
Wherever she may be
She can search this wide world over, yeah
But she's never ever gonna find another
Sharp-dressing, piano-playing man like me
Folks, this is the end of my story
And if anyone should ever ask you
Just go on ahead and tell them
That I had the Saint James Infirmary blues