Saint James Infirmary

I went down to St. James Infirmary To see my baby there, She was lyin' 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. I went down to old Joe's barroom, On the corner by the square 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: 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 ten dollar Stetson hat; Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So my friends'll know I died standin' 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