It was in old Joe's bar room

On the corner by the square

Well, the drinks they were served round as usual

And the usual crowd was there


Now, on my left there stood big Joe McKennedy,

And his eyes were bloodshot red

And he looked at the gang around him

And these are the very words he said


I went down to the St. James Infirmary

I saw my baby there

She was stretched out on a long white table

So cold, so pale, and fair


Let her go, let her go

God bless her, wherever she may be

She can ramble this wide world over

And never find another man like me


Now when I die please bury me

In my high top Stetson hat

Just put a $20 gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang will know I'm standing pat


I want six crap-shooters for my pall bearers

And a chorus girl to sing me a song

Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon

Just to raise hell as we roll along


And now that you have heard my story

I'll take another shot of booze

If anyone should happen to ask you

Well I've got the gambler's blues