I went down to St. James Infirmary, Saw my baby there, Stretched out on a long white table, So cold, so sweet, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She can look this wide world over, But she'll never find a sweet man like me.
When I die, I want you to dress me in straight-laced shoes, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.