I went down to St. James Infirmary And I heard my baby moan. And I felt so broken hearted. She used to be my very own. And I tried so hard to keep from crying. My heart felt just like lead. She was all that I had to live for. Oh, I wish it was me instead. Now she's gone, she's gone and may God bless her Wherever she may be. She can search this wide world over And she'll never find a man like me. She's gone . . . She's gone . . . She's gone.