I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She was all stretched out on a long white table
So soft, so cold, so fair

I went up to see the doctor
She's very low, he said
When I went back to see my baby
Good God, she was on that table, dead

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search the wide world over
She will never find another man like me

I want six gamblers at my funeral
Six chorus girls to sing my songs
I want a jazz band to follow behind me
So we can raise hell as we roll along

Well, this is the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ever ask you
Tell them I've got the St. James Infirmary blues


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