Here's another verion, from Bawdy Ballads and Lusty Lyrics (John Henry Johnson, 1935)
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The Boatswain and the Tailor

The boatswain he came home
In the middle of the night,
Put the poor tailor
In the hell of a fright.
"Hide me, O hide me!"
The tailor he did cry,
"For it is your husband,
To-night I have to die."

"There is an old chest
That is standing outside;
You may jump into that
And a-cunning you may lie."
O he drove on
With his breeches and his hose,
While she followed after
With the rest of his clothes.

She ran downstairs
And she opened the door.
She saw her husband
And her husband saw her.
She caught him by the waist
And she gived to him a kiss;
He says, "My loving woman,
What do you mean by this?

"I'm sorry, loving wife,
I've come for my chest;
I'm sorry, loving woman,
To disturb you from your rest.
Our ship she weighs anchor
All ready for to sail;
We're bounding away
With a prospering gale."

And in walked the boatswain
And five more so strong,
They picked up the chest
And they carried it along.
They lugged it along
To the end of the town,
And the weight of the chest
Caused the sweat to roll down.

Says one to the other,
"Let's lay him down to rest."
"O, no," says the other,
"For the devil's in the chest."
"O, no," cried the boatswain,
"You needn't for to fear,
For it is a scurvy tailor,
Now I've got him here."

They took the poor tailor
And they put him in the nook;
No one to touch him
In the longboat came up.
He opened the cover
In the view of them all;
He's just like a hawk
In the cobbler's stall.

"O, now, Mr. Tailor,
What brought you here?
O, now, Mr. Tailor,
You needn't for to fear,
For I will press on you
And send you off to sea;
No longer you'll stay home
A-cuckolding of me."

(no tune)