My brother used to sing me a song. The lyrics seem similar to the ones I have read in your listings. I used to love him singing it, but his wife took it too personal and would not allow him to sing it in front of her.
It was down at Saint James Infirmary,
My baby there she lay,
Stretched out on a cold marble table,
I looked then turned away.
What are my baby's chances,
I asked old Dr Sharpe,
He said, by 6 o'clock this evening,
She'll be playing her golden harp.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She can search this wide world over,
Never find a better man than me.
Sixteen cold black horses,
Hitched to a rubber tired hack,
Took 7 pretty girls to the graveyard,
But brought only 6 of them back.
When I die please bury me,
In my mild white stetson hat.
With a 5 dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
Just to show that I died standing fast.
Six poker dealers or pall bearers,
Better all sing my funeral song,
With a red hot band, just a-beatin' it out,
Raising hell as we rode along.
Well maybe I'll be drowned in the ocean,
Or get killed by a cannon ball.
Let me tell you buddy,
A woman was the cause of it all.
Hope this helps you. I am still confused as to where my brother would have heard it. I miss him so much, he died of a brain haemorrage aged 42. This was 31 years ago. I still miss him so much, but my memory of his singing is so vivid I can still hear him.