I went down to St James Infirmary
and I saw my baby there.
She's laid out on the cold white table
so cold, so sweet, so fair.
Let her go, let her go God bless her
wherever she may be.
She may search this whole world over
but she'll never find a man as sweet as me.
When I die oh bury me
in my high-top Stetson hat.
Put a 20-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
so the boy'll know I died standing pat.
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