I went down to the St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there, She was streched out on a cold white table, So cold, so sweet, so sweet, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever she may be She can search this so wide world over She won't ever find another man like me.
When I die, burying me at straght laced shoes A box back suit and a Stetson hat; Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys know I died standin' pat.