It was down in old Joe's bar room In a corner by the square The drinks were served as usual And a goodly crowed was there On my left stood Joe McKenney His eyes blood shot and red He said "you can set em up bar-tender" And these were the words he said I was down by St. James Infirmary I saw my sweat-heart there She was layin' out on a cold, white table So cold, so white, so bare I went up to the doctor "She's mighty low" he said I went back to my baby Good god she's layin' there dead Let her go, let her go god bless her Wherever she may be You can search the whole wide world over But there'll never be another for me Now, when I die just bury me In my long, black coat and silk hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch-chain To show the good Lord I'm standing fat And now my story's over You can pass around another shot of booze And if anyone should ask you I've got those gambler's blues