I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a cold dark table
So sweet, so still, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God help her
Wherever she may be
They can search the wide world over
But theyβll never find a man like me ~
When she left, I went down to the river
Through the cold, dead trees
There I stood, in the murk and the darkness
There I sold my soul to theeο½