This poet took the opening verse and the chorus of the original song and wrote 5 more verses. I don’t know if anyone ever actually sang this version, but it appears in several poetry anthologies.

From Specimens of the British Poets, Vol. 7: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805 by Thomas Campbell (London: John Murray, 1819), page 82.


SONG.
By Edward Thompson

Behold upon the swelling wave,
  With streaming pendants gay,
Our gallant ship invites the brave,
  While glory leads the way;
    And a cruizing we will go.

Whene'er Monsieur comes in view,
  From India richly fraught,
To gain the prize we're firm and true,
  And fire as quick as thought.

With hearts of oak we ply each gun,
  Nor fear the least dismay;
We either take, or sink, or burn,
  Or make them run away.

The lovely maids of Britain's isle
  We sailors ne'er despise;
Our courage rises with each smile,
  For them we take each prize.

The wind sits fair, the vessel's trim,
  Then let us boldly go;
Old Neptune guides us while we swim,
  To check the haughty foe.

United let each Briton join,
  Courageously advance,
We'll baffle every vain design,
  And check the pride of France.