Another American text (the one I mentioned in 2010), from Park Benjamin's "The United States Naval Academy" (1900):

THE FLASH FRIGATE

It's of a flash frigate, a frigate of fame,
All o'er the East Indies she bore a great name,
For work and for usage of every degree
Like slaves in a galley, we ploughed the wide sea.

So early in the morning, our work does begin,
From her waist to her bulwarks the buckets do ring,
Fore- and maintopmen so loudly do call
For sand and for holystones, both great and small.

The decks are swabbed up, the ropes are coiled down,
Then it's "Up with your hammocks, boys, every one";
With seven round turns both equal and true,
And all of one size, the hoops they go through.

Now, my brave boys, comes the call to make sail,
We can double reef topsails and that without fail,
From royal to skysail or moonsail so high,
At the sound of the whistle, star-gazers must fly.

It's "All hands 'bout ship! Reef topsails in one!"
And quick to the rigging, your place must be won,
Then settle away topsails, as the helium goes down,
And "Lay aloft topmen!" as the main-yards swing round.

"Trice up! lay out! take two reefs in one!"
'T is the work of a moment and all must be done,
Man well the head braces, topsail halliards and all,
Settle away the foretopsail as you let go and haul.

Now there's our first Luff, you might know him well,
All around the lee gangway he cuts a great swell,
All around the lee gangway he has a broad share,
And at that very moment it's "D--n your eyes there!"

Now all you bold sailors who plough the salt sea,
Beware of this frigate, wherever she be;
They'll beat you and bang you till not worth a d--n,
And then send you home to your own native land.

Benjamin himself graduated from the Academy in 1867. As he says,

"At these [free-time] gatherings [of midshipmen and staff] the ballad which appears to have been the most popular (there are half a dozen versions of it, and every oldster who nowadays recalls it avers that his memory contains the only correct one) was the ' Flash Frigate'; and as will appear by its perusal, it is a protest against the miseries of the old smart ship. The best form of it runs as follows—expletives and all—and 'sings,' I am assured, 'much better than it reads.'"

Benjamin offers no tune.