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With; Albert C. Humprey, Christian Chritst


I went down to the St. James infirmary
Well my babe, there she lay
She laid out, out on a cold marble table
Well I looked and I turned away

Yeah, what is my baby chances
I just asked ol' doctor Cha
Four, five, six, six o'clock this evening
She'll be playin', playin' the golden harp

Let her go... let her go... God bless her
Yeah, wherever this world she might be
She can search, search this wide world over
But you'll never, never find a man like me

Now, I may be, may be drowning in the ocean
I may be killed by, killed by the cannon ball
But, but let me, let me tell, tell you, buddy
There's a woman, a woman must have caused of it all

Let her go... let her go... God bless her
Yeah, wherever this world she might be
She can search, search this wide world over
But you'll never, never find a man like me

No, no, no, find a man like me
Find a man like me... like me