164 St.

James Infirmary

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When will I ev -er stop moan - in'? When will I ev -er smile? My ba -by went and

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left me,She'll be gone a long longwhile. I feel so blue and heart -bro -ken What am I liv -ing

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for? My ba -by went and left me Ne -ver to come back no more. I went

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down to the Saint James In -firm -'ry - My ba - by there she lay, La - id
"What is my ba - by's chan - ces" - I asked old Doc - torSharp,
go, let her go - God bless her - Wher ev - er she may be. She can

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out on a cold mar - ble ta - ble - Well, I looked and I turned a - way.
"Boy, by six o' clock this eve'-nin, -She'll be play - in' her gol - den harp. Let her
hunt this - wide - world o - ver But she'll ne - ver find a man like me.