ST. JAMES INFIRMARY
 

It was in old Joe's bar room

On the corner by the square

Well, the drinks they were served round as usual

And the usual crowd was there

 

Now, on my left there stood big Joe McKennedy,

And his eyes were bloodshot red

And he looked at the gang around him

And these are the very words he said

 

I went down to the St. James Infirmary

I saw my baby there

She was stretched out on a long white table

So cold, so pale, and fair

 

Let her go, let her go

God bless her, wherever she may be

She can ramble this wide world over

And never find another man like me

 

Now when I die please bury me

In my high top Stetson hat

Just put a $20 gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang will know I'm standing pat

 

I want six crap-shooters for my pall bearers

And a chorus girl to sing me a song

Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon

Just to raise hell as we roll along

 

And now that you have heard my story

I'll take another shot of booze

If anyone should happen to ask you

Well I've got the gambler's blues

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