DESCRIPTION:
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And usual crowd was there.

On my right stood old joe McGuinny
His eyes were bloodshot red;
As he turned to the crowd,
And these are the very words he said:

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
My babe, my babe - there she lay,
Stretched out on a cold, cold white table,
So so cold, so fine, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever, wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
but she'll never find another man like me.