| I went down to St. James infirmary
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| I heard my baby groan
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| I got so broken and down hearted
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| She used to be mine
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| Though I tried to keep from crying
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| My heart just felt like leather
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| The woman was all I ever lived for
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| You know I wished it was me instead
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| I went down to St. James Infirmary
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| All still as night
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| My gal was laying out on the table
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| Streched out so pale and so fine
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| Though she treated me mean and low down
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| the woam was there
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| Somehow I didn’t care
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| My soul is sick and weary
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| And I just hope we’ll meet again up there
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| When I die I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
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| Give me a buff black coat and a big black hat
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| Put a twenty dollar gold piece and my watch chain
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| So all know that I died standing pat
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| Let her go, let her go, let the woman go, God bless her
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| Wherever she may be
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| She can search the world over
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| But the gal will never find a sweet man like me |