St. James Infirmary

I went down to St. James Infirmary
 To see my baby there,
 She was lyin' on a long white table,
 So sweet, so cool, so fair.
 Went up to see the doctor,
 "She's very low," he said;
 Went back to see my baby
 Good God! She's lying there dead.
 I went down to old Joe's barroom,
 On the corner by the square
 They were serving the drinks as usual,
 And the usual crowd was there.
 On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
 And his eyes were bloodshot red;
 He turned to the crowd around him,
 These are the words he said:
 Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
 Wherever she may be
 She may search the wide world over
 And never find a better man than me
 Oh, when I die, please bury me
 In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
 Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
 So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.
 Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
 Six chorus girls to sing me a song
 Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
 To raise Hell as we go along
 Now that's the end of my story
 Let's have another round of booze
 And if anyone should ask you just tell them
 I've got the St. James Infirmary blues