I went down to St. James Infirmary,
Saw my baby there,
She was set down on a long white table,
So cold, so sweet, 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.
When I die, want you to dress me in straight-leg shoes,
I want a box back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So the boys'll know that I died standing pat.
St. James Infirmary