I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table
So cold, so sweet, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me (I'm bragging)
When I die, bury me in straight lace shoes
And a box-back suit, double-breasted
Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain
Yes, so the boys will know that I died standin' pat
