| It was down by old Joe’s barroom, on the corner of the square
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| They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
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| On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
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| And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
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| I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
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| She was stretched out on a long white table
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| So sweet, cool and 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 whole wide world over
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| Never find a sweeter man as me
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| When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
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| Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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| The gang’ll know I died standing pat
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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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| Never find a sweeter man as me
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| I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
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| Three pretty women to sing a song
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| Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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| Raise hell as I stroll along
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| Let her go Let her go
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| God bless her
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| Wherever she may be
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| She may search this whole wide
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| World over
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| She’ll never find a sweeter
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| Man as me |