Folks I ＇ m goin ＇ down

To St James Infirmary

See my baby there;

She ＇ s stretched out

On a long white table

She ＇ s so sweet

So cold so fair

Let her go let her go

God bless her

Wherever she may be

She will search this wide world over

But she ＇ ll never find

Another sweet man like me

Now when I die bury me

In my straight-leg britches

Put on a box-back

Coat and a stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold

Piece on my watch chain

So you can let all the boys

Know I died standing pat

Folks now that you

Have heard my story

Say boy hand me

Another shot of that booze;

If anyone should ask you

Tell ＇ em I ＇ ve got those

St James Infirmary blues