St. James Infirmary

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
 They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
 On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
 And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
 I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
 She was stretched out on a long white table,
 So sweet, cool and so fair
 Let her go, let her go, God bless her
 Wherever she may be
 She may search this whole wide world over
 Never find a sweeter man as me
 When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
 Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
 The gang'll know I died standing pat
 Let her go, let her go God bless her
 Wherever she may be
 She may search this wide world over
 Never find a sweeter man as me
 I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
 Three pretty women to sing a song
 Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
 Raise hell as I stroll along
 Let her go Let her go
 God bless her
 Wherever she may be
 She may search this whole wide
 World over
 She'll never find a sweeter
 Man as me