I went down to St. James Infirmary,
Saw my baby there,
Set down on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She can look this wide world over,
But She'll never find a sweet man like me.

Braking ...

Oh, when I die, please bury me
in staright leg shoes
I wona collar and Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my boys'll know I died standin' pat.