The version of this ditty I knew goes like this:

There were three Hebrews a plannin on the day that they would die
Trying to decide on where their bodies would lie.

Yablonski chose Jerusalem, New York for Rubenstein,
but when it came to Cohen, he said I know the spot for mine.

In an Irish cemetery, is the spot where I'll repose.
With the River Shannon flowing and a shamrock on my nose.

Now, I know the devil 'll be looking to find me I suppose,
but he'll never think of looking where the River Shannon flows.