Saint James Infirmary

[Verse 1]

Early one morning at the St. James Infirmary

Early one morning in the month of May

I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen

All wrapped in white linen, and as cold as the clay

[Verse 2]

Come around, children, come and hear my sad story

Come 'round, children, come and hear my sad tale

My poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking

I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my home

[Verse 3]

Get me sixteen pretty maidens, come and carry my coffin

Get me sixteen pretty maidens, come and carry me home

For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking

I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my home

[Verse 4]

Call on the doctor, come and heal up my body

Call on the preacher, come and heal up my soul

And tell them to bring some of them sweet-smelling lilies

So I won't have to smell me as they carry me along

[Outro]

I'm a poor, rundown cowboy who knows he done wrong