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It was down by old Joe's bar room
On the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
And his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people
These were the very words he said

I was down to St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, cool and so fair

Let her go, let her go
God bless her wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find another sweet man as me

When I die please bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
The gang'll know I died standin' pat

Let her go, let her go
God bless her wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

I want six crap shooters be my pall bearer
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise Hell as I stroll along

Let her go, let her go
God bless her wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
She'll never find a sweeter man as me

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