I went down to Old Joe′s Bar-room.
On the corner of the street.
Here were drinking wine as usual.
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left was Joe MacKennedy.
His eyes were blood-shot red.
His elbow on the bar he turned to me
And these are the words he said, so sad:
I went down to St. James Infirmary.
I saw my baby there.
Looked down on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let him go, let him go, God bless him.
Wherever he may be.
He can look this wide world over
He'll never find that? sweet boy like me.
Used to be my own...
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