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.