I picked up a hybrid version in the sixties which was being sung in the Hull area and have been singing it ever since. I call it 'The Collier Brigg'. A collier brigg would have had a crew of at least half a dozen carrying coal from the Humber/Trent ports down the coast.
Here's my current version but like many songs of this sort it lends itself very well to adding new verses.

Oh the worst old ship that ever set sail
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day
Stormy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind the wind blows the ship will go.

She was built in Roman style,
held together with bits of twine.

Skipper's half Dutch and the mate's a Jew,
The crew were fourteen hands too few.

Nothing in the galley, nothing in the hold,
The cook's rolled in with a bag o' gold.

Off Orford Ness we sprang a leak,
Hear our poor old timbers creak.

We steered our way round Orford Ness,
Wind backed round to the sou' sou' west.

Up the cobbles to Cromer Cliff,
Steering like a wagon with a wheel adrift.

We tied her up by Cleethorpes Pier,
Skipper's gone ashore for a barrel o' beer.

Up the Humber and up to town,
Pump, you buggers, pump or drown.

Then on a sandbank we got stuck,
Skipper's pissed in the Dog and Duck.

Up come a mermaid covered in slime,
We took her down the hold and we had a good time.

We nearly come a cropper upon Trent Falls,
Skipper's got the helmsman by the throat.

We thought our troubles all were passed
At Keadby hoist we made her fast.

The coal was shot by a Keadby crew,
the bottom was rotten and it went right through.

After all our fears and alarms,
We're all off into the Druid's Arms.