| I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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| Saw my sweet baby there;
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| Lying still and quiet
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| So cold, so young, so fair
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| Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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| Wherever she may be
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| She may search this wide world over
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| But she’ll never find a man like me
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| No, she’ll never find a man like me
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| I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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| All was still as the night;
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| My gal was on the table
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| Stretched out so pale, so white
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| Though she treated me, mean and lowdown
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| Some how I just didn’t care;
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| My soul is sick and weary
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| But I hope we meet again, up there
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| Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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| Wherever she may be;
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| She may search this wild world over
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| But she’ll never find a man like me
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| No, she’ll never find a man like me… |