A couple of years ago I learned a song from a man from Tipperary, who learned it from his father who learned it around the 1930s. It started

Good bye booze, for ever more
My drinking days, are nearly o'er
etc.,

there were some verses similar to the American song that starts off like that, and the final verse started:

And when I die, don't bury me at all
Just soak my bones in alcohol
etc.

The air was similar to the American song (called Goodbye Booze, I think, recorded by Hamish Imlach, among others) but slower.

Don