this is a version I know..its a mixture of a couple, I only changed one word myself conciously (- dollar to pound)

I went down to old Jo's bar room
on the corner by the square
the drinks they all flowed as usual
and the usual crowd were there

To my left stood old Jo McKinley
His eyes were blood shot red
Old Jo is an old time gambler
And these are the words he said

I went down to St James Infirmary
I found my baby there
Stretched out on a cold white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair

Let her go let her go God bless her
Lord wherever she might be
She can search this wide world over
But shell never find a sweet man like me

When I die I want engraved on my gravestone
In letters both large and black
here lies one gambling rambler
And Lord knows he's never coming back

I want sixteen bootleggers as pall bearers
and sixteen girls to sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my coffin
playing the blues as we roll along

Dress me up in my fine velvet jacket
My best shoes and a big top hat
I want a twenty pound note for my neck tie
so my friends know I died living fast

I want twelve, twelve snowy white horses
dressed up in feathers so fine
there's twelve of us going to the graveyard
but eleven of us coming back

Let her go let her go God bless her
Lord where'er she may be
She can walk this wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me