It was down by old Joe's bar room On the corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood big Joe MacKennedy And his eyes were bloodshot red When he turned to the crowd around him These are the very words he said I went down to that St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long, 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 And never find sweetened man like me And when I die please bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain My gang will know I died standing pat I want six crap-shooters for my pallbearers While a girl sing me a'song And put a jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise hell as I stroll along Let her go. Let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over And never find sweetened man like me Well now that i've told my story I'll take another shot of booze And if anyone should happen to ask you Well i've got those gambler's blues Let her go. Let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over And never find sweetened man like me