St. James Infirmary

	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.
	Now she's gone, she's gone and may God bless her
	Wherever she may be.
	She can search this wide world over
	And she'll never find a man like me.
	She's gone . . . She's gone . . . She's gone.