Melody Sample

It was down in old Joe's barroom, on a corner by the square; The drinks were served as usual, And a goddly crowd was there.

On my left stood Joe McKenny, His eyes bloodshot and red, He gazed at the crowd around him, And these were the words he said:

"As I passed St. James Infirmary, I saw my sweetheart there, All stretched out on a table, So pale, so cold, so fair."

"Sixteen coal-black horses, Hitched to a rubber-tired hack, Carried seven girls to the graveyard, Only six of 'em came back."

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