St. James Infirmary

I went down to old Joe’s bar room,
at the corner by the square
All the drinks were served as usual,
and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood old Joe Kennedy,
his eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the people around him,
these were the very words he said

I went down to St. James Infirmary,
to see my baby there
She was laid out on a long, cold table,
so pale, so white, so bare

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can walk this whole world over
And never find a man like me

So when I die, please bury me, in my big,
black Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my
watch chain
So the boys will know that I died standing pat

Get six smart gamblers to carry me
Six chorus girls to sing my song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll, roll along

I went down to old Jack’s bar room, at the
corner by the square
All the drinks were served as usual, and the
usual crowd was there