Thank you, Joe. Ord's text helps me to make a step forward in the 14th stanza, although I still can't complete it:

Spring up, spring up, me bonny ship
And bring us safe to land
For every iron nail in you
With silver you shall have ten
And where you want an oaken ....
I'll beat the red gold in.

I'm not a June Tabor's fan, as Malcolm seems to think, but this is a fine recording (and I know no other recording of this ballad): I hope someone has got the CD and is going to help me with this transcription.