St. James Infirmary
Irving Mills
I went down to the St James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She stretched out 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
When I die want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
I wanna a box back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died standing pat