Song of the month: Louis Armstrong - st. james infirmary

  I went down to St. James Infirmary

I saw my baby there,

She was streched out on a long white table,

So cold, so sweet, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;

Wherever she may be,

She can search this wide world over

but she'll never find a sweet man like me.

When I die, bury me in straght laced shoes

And a box back suit, double breasted;

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the boys know that I died standin' pat