St. James Infirmary

St. James Infirmary:

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
My baby there she laid
Laid out on a cold marble table
Well I looked and I turned away

What is my baby’s chances
I asked old Doctor Sharp
Boy by six o’clock this evening
She’ll be playing her golden harp

Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can hunt this wide world over
But she’ll never find a man like me

Sixteen coal black horses
Hitched to a rubber tired hack
Carried seven girls to the graveyard
And brought only six of them back

Now when I die please bury me
In my milk white Stetson hat
With a five dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So they’ll know I died standing pat

Let her go…

Six poker dealers for pall bearers
Let a whore sing my funeral song
With a red hot band just beatin’ it out
Raisin’ hell as we roll along

Now I may be drowned in the ocean
May be killed by the cannonball
But let me tell you buddy
A woman was the cause of it all

Let her go…