Wm Pollock's Pianobook

St. James Infirmary

Traditional

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It was down   in old Joe's barroom
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On the corner by the square.
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The drinks were served as usual,
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And the usual crowd was there.

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On my left  stood old Joe    McKennedy
His eyes were    bloodshot  (and) red.
He turned to the   crowd    around him
These are the very words that he said:

I went down  to the   St. James    infirmary,
  To see     my baby    there,
She was stretched out     on a long white table,
So young,    so cold,    so fair.

Let her go,    let her go,    God bless her,
   Wherever she may be,
She may search   this whole world   over
She'll never find another man   as sweet   as me.

When I die   oh Lord   please bury me
  In my high top Stetson hat
Put twp    gold coins     over my eyelids
So the boys will know   I died    standing pat.

Get six         gamblers        to be my pall-bearers
Get Six         chorus girls    to sing me a song
Put a jazz band behind          my hearse wagon
   To raise hell as we roll along

Get sixteen   coal black    horses
 To pull that rubber tired  hack.
There's thirteen    men   
               going to the graveyard
   Only twelve of them be coming back.

[ARPEG.]

Now that you've heard my story,
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you
I've got those St. James infirmary blues!
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Alternatel lyrics:

Preface:
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.

Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.

Strike 3rd verse

Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we 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've got the St. James Infirmary blues