"St. James Infirmary" lyrics
(feat. Kate McGarrigle, Martha Wainwright & Norah Jones)
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
Come sit down beside me, come and hear my sad story
Come sit down beside me, come and hear my sad song
And tell me, for my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
Call for the doctor, come and heal my body
Call for the preacher, for to heal up my soul
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
Get me six pretty maidens, come and carry my coffin
Six pretty maidens to come and carry me home
And tell them to bring some of them sweet-smelling lilies
So they won't have to smell me as they carry me along
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
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
Come sit down beside me, come and hear my sad story
Come sit down beside me, come and hear my sad song
And tell me, for my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
Call for the doctor, come and heal my body
Call for the preacher, for to heal up my soul
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
Get me six pretty maidens, come and carry my coffin
Six pretty maidens to come and carry me home
And tell them to bring some of them sweet-smelling lilies
So they won't have to smell me as they carry me along
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor, rundown cowboy and Hell is my doom
Writer(s): Traditional, William Arnold
