Saint James Infirmary

I went down to Old Joe's Bar-room
On the corner of the street
Here were drinking wine as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left was Joe MacKennedy
His eyes were blood-shot red
His elbow on the bar he turned to me
And these are the words he said, so sad:
I went down to St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
Looked down on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair
Let him go, let him go, God bless him
Wherever he may be
He can look this wide world over
He'll never find that? sweet boy like me
...
Used to be my own...