It was down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there On my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red He turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, So cool, so sweet and so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain The gang'll know I died standing pat
Let her go, let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers Three pretty women to sing a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I stroll along
Let her go Let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide World over She'll never find a sweeter Man as me