The tune turns up as Jimmy Roger's "Gamblin' Bar Room Blues" and was covered by the Sensational Alex Harvey Band.

This is roughly how I was singing SJI about 40 years ago:

It was down by old Bell's barroom
Round the corner from George Square,
All the drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood big Hamish Henderson
And his eyes were bloodshot red,
And he turned his face to the people;
These were the very words he said.

I went down to the Royal Infirmary.
My baby, there she lay,
Laid out on a cold marble table.
Well, I looked and I turned away.
"What is my baby's chances?"
I asked old Doctor Sharp.
"Boy, by six o' clock this evenin'
She'll be playin' her golden harp".

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She can hunt this wide world over,
But she'll never find a man like me.

Sixteen Saint Cuthbert's horses,
Hitched to a rubber-tired hack,
Carried seven girls to the graveyard,
And brought only six of them back.
Now when I die, please bury me
In my taxi driver's cap,
With half-a-dollar hangin' on my watch-chain,
So they'll know I died standin' pat.

I want six fiddlers for my pall bearers,
Eilish Moore to sing my funeral song,
With a ceilidh band playin' reels an' jigs,
Raisin' hell as we roll along.
Now I may be drowned in the ocean,
May be killed by the cannonball,
But let me tell you, buddy,
A woman was the cause of it all.

Well, now that you've heard my story,
Let me have one more pint of booze,
And if anyone should ever ask you,
I got the Sandy Bell's Barroom Blues.