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I went down to the St. James Infirmary, |
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Saw my sweet baby there; |
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Lying still and quiet, |
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So cold, so young, so fair. |
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her, |
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Wherever she may be, |
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She may search this wide world over, |
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But she'll never find a man like me. |
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No, she'll never find a man like me. |
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I went down to the St. James Infirmary, |
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All was still as the night; |
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My gal was on the table, |
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Stretched out so pale, so white. |
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Though she treated me, mean and lowdown, |
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Some how I just didn't care; |
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My soul is sick and weary, |
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But I hope we meet again, up there. |
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her, |
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Wherever she may be; |
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She may search this wild world over, |
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But she'll never find a man like me. |
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No, she'll never find a man like me... |
