St. James Infirmary
Traditional

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I went down to old Joe's barroom on the corner by the square
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They were serving the drinks as usual and the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood old Joe McKennedy
And his eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
These are the words he said

I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lying on a long white table
So sweet, so cool, so fair.

Went up to see the doctor
"She's very low," he said
Went back to see my baby
Good God, she's lying there dead.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find a better man than me

Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Place a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
To let the Lord know I died standing pat.

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we 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've got the St. James Infirmary blues