Lyrics:

'I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
She's laid out on a cold white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.'

'Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
She'll never find an other sweet man like me.'

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

I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
Chorus girl to sing me a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
Raise Hell as I roll along.