Another version is given in Sing Out!, volume 23 (New York: Sing Out, Inc., 1974), page 36:

THE FUNERAL

The other night I got an invitation to a funeral
But to me disappointment the fellow didn't die
He said that he was sorry for having disappointed us
And seeing he apologized we let the thing go by
To ease our disappointment he took us out and treated us
He bought a quart of port for a company of ten
When some of us asked him whose money he was squandering
The fellow took his wallet out, we didn't ask again.

Well ... we got a concertina for to keep up the risquality
But none of us could play it though we tried our best and
And we made an awful noise on it, and if it's any benefit
We played the thing so carefully that all the bellows burst
We got a boiled potato for to fix the concertina with
When someone hit Maloney with the carcass of a cat
He bundled up his whiskers and he read out the riot act
And he swore he'd put two heads on the bugger that done that

Well ... the owner of the beer shop when he seen us all a-riotin'
Give orders to get out, but that we all refused
So he whistled in some loafers that were standing 'round the corner
And for ten or fifteen minutes we were bodily abused
When we left the beershop down the road we started
And a bunch of hungry urchins, they pelted us with mud
We told 'em for to chuck it, and they said that they were doing that
And then they all ran off and they left us where we stood

Well . . . the next thing we saw was a bunch of Salvationers
They rifled all our pockets and they asked us were we saved
And poor little John McGinty got escorted to the station house
For asking a big policeman if his appetite was shived
All for to free McGinty, we all took off our undershirts
And off to the pawnshop marched the bloomin' lot
We told him that we only wanted ten and six on them
"There's enough already on them," was the answer that we got

Oh we got the ten and six all for to free McGinty with
Bad luck to the beer shop we met along the way
Of course we could not pass it without having some refresherment
And we squandered every penny of the fine we had to pay
The drink being in us, sure the sense it was all out of us
And for a bit of rioting we quickly did repair
We battered one another till we weren't worth three ha'pence
You could have carpeted the floor with all the akin and hair

MacGency hit McGinty and McGinty hit [...]
And any man hit any man against whom he had a spite
And poor old crippled MacNamara .who was sitting saying nothing
Got a kick that broke his jawbone for not indulging in the fight
We fought away like Turks 'til the police separated us
They took us off to jail with broken noses and black eyes
I got sixty days in prison, and to me it was a lesson
I'll go no more to funerals until the fellow dies