An excerpt from the song is sung in the play Richard's Cork Leg by Brendan Behan (London: Eyre Methuen, 1973), page 15:

The other night I got an invitation to a funeral,
But much to my discomfort sure the fellow didn't die,
Of course he was dissatisfied at having disappointed us,
And as soon as he apologised we let the thing go by,
The night of the misfortune, he took us down and treated us.
He called a quart of porter for a company of ten,
When some poor chap enquired to know whose money he was squandering,
The poor chap got his two eyes put in mourning there and then.

Then Mulrooney struck MacCusker and MacCusker struck some other one,
And everyone struck anyone, of whom he had a spite,
And Larry Doyle, the cripple, that was sitting doing nothing,
Got a kick that broke his jaw for not indulging in the fight.

[Please note that the meter of this version is very regular, and better than the other versions posted here, indicating, I suppose, that either this version is closer to the original, or else Behan improved it.]