| I went down to that St. James infirmary
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| I heard sweet baby groan
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| Nobody down there could cheer me
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| 'Cause I know that she’d soon be gone
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| As I was standing there a grievin
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| My heart feeling just like lead
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| Knowing she’d soon be leavin
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| Wishing it was me instead
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| I went out to Old Joe’s bar room
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| Most of my friends were there
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| But nobody seemed to understand my trouble
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| I tell you, nobody seemed to care
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| And when i got back to that St. James infirmary
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| All was still as night
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| Sweet baby layed on that long long table
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| She was pale, so cold and white
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| And when I put my hand on her pretty face
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| It was cold like marble stone
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| And I know that no woman could ever take her place
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| Lord it made me feel so alone
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| She’s gone, yes she’s gone God bless her
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| Whereever she might be
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| If she’d searched this whole world over
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| She wouldn’t have found a friend as good as me
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| I went down to that St. James infirmary
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| Heard my sweet baby groan
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| Nobody down there could cheer me
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| 'Cause I know that she’d soon be gone |