Thank you everyone for your responses. I have enjoyed reading them. My father would sing a song at family gatherings and these were the words he sang:

A Scotchman, An Irishman and a Hebrew
Were sentenced to be hung down Texas way
The Scotchman they hung him from an Elm tree and he died happy,
The Irishman said any tree will do
So they hung him from an Oak tree and put his lights out
Then these famous words came calling from the Jew

Won't you hang me from my favourite tree
Said the Judge, Oh what tree might that be?
Well it's my dying request and the one that I like best
Won't you hang me from a gooseberry tree

Said the Judge, Oh but surely you know
That a gooseberry tree is far too low
Well if you don't mind said Moe,
I'll wait till it grows to the size of an old apple tree.

From Katarena Williams New Zealand