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

Out on my left stood big Joe McKennedy and his eyes were bloodshot red

Turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said

As I was down to St. James infirmary

I saw my baby there

Stretched out on a long, a long white table

So sweet, so cool and so fair

When I die, please bury me

In my hightop Stetson hat

Put a gold piece on my watch chain

You'll know I died standing pat

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search this whole wide world over

She'll never find a sweeter man as me

I may be killed on the ocean

May be killed by a canon ball

Oh but let me tell you repair

That a woman cause it all

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search this whole wide world over

She'll never find a lover man like me

I want 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 can search this whole wide world over

She'll never find another man like me

Now folks, that you have heard my story

Now that you heard my song

If any one should happen to ask you

Tell them why it's been here and gone

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search this whole wide world over

She'll never find another man like me