St. James' Infirmary Blues

]I went down to St. James Infirmary

To see my baby there

She was lying on a long wooden table

So weak,so cool,so fair

I went up to see the doctor

She's very low, he said

I went back to see my baby

Great God，she's lying there dead

I went down old Joe's bar room

On the corner of the square

They were serving the drinks as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Old Joe McKennedy

His eyes were bloodshot red

He turned to the crowd who was standing around him

And these are the words he said

Let her go,let her go,God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search the whole world over

But she'll never find a man like me

When I die would you please bury me

In my high top Stetson hat

Put a gold piece on my watch chain

So they'll know I died standing pat

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin

And six choir girls to singing a song

Stick a jazz band on my horsewagon

So they can raise hell as I go along

Now that's the end of my story

Let's have another round of booze

And if anyone should ask you

Just tell them I got the St. James Infirmary blues