Saint James Infirmary

words and music

by  joe primrose

F Straight Harp

 Mournfully Slow

Intro 

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I went down to  the   Saint  James Infirm'ry,  to see my baby there,

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She was laying on a long white table, so sweet, so cool, so fair.

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Went up to   see the  doctor, "She's very low, " he said.

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Went back to see my baby; great god! She was lying there dead.

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I went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square.

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They were servin' the drinks as usual, and the  usual crowd was there.

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On my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes bloodshot red;

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He turned to the crowd around him, these       are the    words he said.

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Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever       she  may be;

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She may search     this wide world over, she'll     never find   a   man    like me.

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Oh, when I    die please bury me    in my high        top Stetson hat;

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Put a gold piece on my watch chain so they'll know I died     stan     -din' pat.

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Get six gam    blers to carry my coffin, six chorus girls to sing my song;

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Put a jazz          band on my tailgate to raise hell      as we go     along.

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Now, that's the       end of my story,    let's have another round of booze.

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And if   an  -y one should ask you, just tell them I've got the Saint James Infirmary    Blues.