St. James Infirmary I went down to the Royal Mail bar room Not too far from the centre of town Well the drinks they were served as usual And the usual crowd was around On my left stood Joe McKennedy His eyes they were blood shot and red And he turned to the crowd around him And these were the very words that he said I went down to Leicester Royal Infirmery Saw my baby lying there She was stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, and so bare Drums to emphasise this line Oh let her go, let her go, God bless me Yes where ever she may be Cause you can search this wide world over And you’ll never find a loving man like me Oh when I die won’t you bury me In a high topped Stetson hat Put a gold chain in my watch fob So the gang know that I died standing pat I want six gamblers to be my pall barers I want six women to sing me a song Well put a jazz band on my hearse wagon And we’ll raise hell as we go along Now that you’ve heard my story Won’t you take another shot of booze And if anybody thinks to ask me I’ll tell I’ve got those gambling blues