I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, 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

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find another sweetheart like 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 standing 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 roll along

Now that's the end of my story
Let’s have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you can just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues