St. James Infirmary

As I pass St. James infirmary
I saw my sweetheart there
Stretched out on a long white table
So cold, so grey, so fair

16 cold black horses
It step to a rubber tired hack
I'm taking seven girls to the graveyard
Only six are coming back
Will let her go, let her go, God bless her
Or wherever she may be
She gon' love these wild world over

'Cause she'll never find a sweet lovin' heart like me
Never find a sweet lovin' man like me
Like me



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Writer(s): Traditional, John D. Cephas, Dp
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