St. James Infirmary - Lyrics - Hans Theessink

It was down in Old Joe's barroom, On the corner by the square, There drinks were 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 cold, so fine, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever, wherever she may be She may search that all wide world over But she'll never find another man like me. I went down to the St. James Infirmary My babe, my babe - there she lay, Stretched out on a cold, cold white table, So cold, so fine, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever, wherever she may be She may search that all wide world over But she'll never find another man like me. But she'll never find another sweet man like me. But she'll never never never find another sweet man like me. No, she'll never find another man like me.