St. James Infirmary

I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Sat down on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
If she can look this wide world over
She'll never find a sweet man like me, no

When I die, dress me in strait-laced shoes
Box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a gold piece on my watch chain
So they'll know I died standing pat

Give me six crap-shooting pall bearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Get a red-hot jazz band to raise hallelujah
As we all march along

I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my poor baby there
Sat down on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair