Goin' Down - Geordie

I’m goin' down to St. James Infirmary

To see my baby there

She was dressed in gold white satin

So gold, so cool, so bad

Well, now let me tell you people

And take heed to what I say

Well, it’s the poor what gets the problems

And the wealthy that gets their way

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James Infirmary

Goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James Infirmary

Well, my woman she had no money

Ooh, no money to fill the fuel

She had to go into the forest

To gather them sticks of wood

Well the blue ice numbs the fingers

That creeps right trough the bones

Well my baby’s in St. James infirmary

Her body’s so stiff like stone

I’m going down, going down

Going down to St. James infirmary

Going down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Going down to St. James infirmary

Going down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary

I’m goin' down, goin' down

Goin' down to St. James infirmary