Saint James Infirmary Lyrics
I didn't write this one, duh, but this is roughly what I sang on that ocassion:
I went down to old Joe's Barroom,
On the corner of the square,
The drinks were served as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
His eyes were bloodshot red,
And as he lifted up his flagon,
These are the words he said.
I went down to Saint James Infirmary,
Saw my baby there,
Wripped up on a long white table,
So cold, so sweet, so fair.
Well, let her go, let her go, god rest her,
Wherever she may roam,
She can look this whole world over,
Never gonna find a better home.