It was down at old Joe's bar room
At the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood big Joe MacKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
And as he looked at the gang around him
These were the very words he said.
I went down to St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long, white table
So young, so cold, so fair
Seventeen coal-black horses
Hitched to a rubber-tied hack
Seven girls goin' to the graveyard
Only six of them are coming back
Let her go. Let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
And never find another man like me
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When I die just bury me
In my high-top Stetson hat
Place a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
To let the Lord know I died standing pat
I want six crap-shooters for my pallbearers
A Chorus girl to sing me a song
Place a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along
Now that you've heard my story
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anyone here should ask you
I've got the gambler's blues
St. James Infirmary
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