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
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.