Verse 1

Well, I’m going down to the St. James Infirmary,
to see my baby there

She was all stretched out,
on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so bare

Verse 2

Let her go, go !
Ahh, my little Baby, Where ever she can beYou may search this whole world all over
But she’d never find a sweet man like me

Verse 3

Now, when I die, bury me in Stetson shoesA Stetson coat, and a Stetson hat
And put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the cats know, that I died fat
Ad Lib

St. James Infirmary, where can my baby be ?
It’s just at St. James Infirmary, yeah
Let my baby go, let my baby goLet my Baby go, go, go
Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau