I went down to old Joe's bar room. On the corner by the square.. Well the drinks were bein' served as usual. And this motley crowd was there.. Well on my left stood Joe McKennedy. And his eyes were bloodshot red.. When he told me that sad story. These were the words he said:. I went down to the St. James infirmary. I saw my baby there. She was stretched out on a long white table. So cold and fine and fair.. Go ahead!. Let her go let her go God bless her. Wherever she may be. She can search this world over. Never find another man like me.. Yes sixteen coal black horses. To pull that rubber tied hack.. Well it's seventeen miles to the graveyard. But my baby's never comin' back.. Well now you've heard my story. Well have another round of booze. And if anyone should ever ever ask you â€”.