St James Infirmary

I was down in Old Joe's barroom

At the corner of the square

The drinks were served as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy

His eyes were bloodshot red

He looked to the crowd all around him

And these are the words he said

I went down to St. James Infirmary

And I saw my baby there

She was laid out on a long white table

So still, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search this wide world over

And she'll never find a sweet man like me

When I die, boys, bury me in straight-laced shoes

I want a box-back suit and a Stetson hat

And put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So that God will know I died standing pat

I want six good crapshooters for my pallbearers

And a chorus girl to sing a song

Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon

To raise Hell as we roll along

So now that you've heard my story

Let's have another round of booze

And if anyone should happen to ask you

Tell 'em I've got the St. James Infirmary blues