St. James Infirmary

I went down to the Saint James Infirmary

Saw my baby there

She was laid out on a cold white table

so cold, so cool so fair

Let her go, let her go

God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can look this wide world over

and she'll never find a sweet man like me

Oh, When I die, bury me

in my hightop Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold chain round my neck babe

God will know I died standing pat.