St. James Infirmary - (Traditional)
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It was
down at
old Joe's
bar room
At the corner
by the
square
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Drinks were
served as
usual
And the
usual
crowd was
there
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On my
left stood
big Joe Mac
Kenney
His eyes were
bloodshot
red
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And as he
looked at the
gang around
him
These were the very
words he
said
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I went
down to
St. James In
firmary
I saw my
baby
there
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Stretched
out on a
long white ta
ble
So
young, so
cold, so
fair
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Seventeen
coal-black
horses
Hitched to a
rubber-tired
hack
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Seven girls
goin' to the
graveyard
Only
six of them
are coming
back
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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
And
never find another
man like
me
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