(Music) I went down to St. James Infirmary To see my baby there She was lying on a long wooden table So cold, so still, so fair I went up to see the doctor "She's very low," he said I went back to see my baby Good God she's lying there dead I went down to old Joe's bar room On the corner of the square They were serving drinks as per usual And the usual crowd was there To my left stood Old Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red He turned to the crowd around him And these are the words he said "Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this whole wide world all over But she'll never find another man like me She can search this whole wide world all over And she'll never find another man like me When I die, please God, bury me In my ten-dollar Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So my friends know I died standing pat Get six gamblers to carry my coffin And six choir girls to sing me a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise hell as I go along Now that's the end of my story Let's have another round of booze And if anyone should ask you Just tell them I got the St. James Infirmary blues (Applause)
(Glazba) Otišla sam do bolnice Sv. Jakova Da bih tamo vidjela svoju bebu Ležala je ondje na dugom drvenom stolu Tako hladna, tako mirna, tako poštena Otišla sam do doktora "Jako je loše," rekao je Otišla sam ponovno vidjeti svoju bebu Dragi Bože leži ondje mrtva Otišla sam do starog Joevog bara Na uglu trga Služili su uobičajena pića Uobičajena rulja je bila tamo S desne mi je stajao stari Joe McKennedy Oči su mu bile krvave Okrenuo se prema rulji oko sebe I ovo su riječi koje je rekao "Pustite je, pustite je,  Bog je blagoslovio Gdje god da jest Može pretražiti čitav svijet Ali nikad neće naći čovjeka poput mene Može pretražiti čitav svijet I nikad neće naći čovjeka poput mene Kada umrem, molim te Bože, pokopaj me U mom Stetson šeširu od deset dolara Stavi zlatnik od 20 dolara na moj lanac od sata Tako da moji prijatelji znaju da sam umro dobrostojeći Neka šest kockara nosi moj lijes I šest zborašica neka pjeva pjesmu Neka jazz bend bude na mojim pogrebnim kolima Da prizivamo pakao dok idem Sad tu je kraj moje priče Popijmo još jednu rundu I ako itko pita Samo im reci da sam dobio Blues Bolnice Sv. Jakova (Pljesak)