Here's the text from the book Naval Songs (see the full citation and link above):


THE FLASH FRIGATE

1. I'll sing of a frigate, a frigate of fame,
Which in the East Indies she bore a great name,
For cruel, hard treatment of ev'ry degree,
Like slaves in the galleys we plough'd the salt sea.

2. At four in the morning our day's work begun;
Come lash up your hammocks, boys, every one.
Seven turns with the lashing so neatly must show,
And all of one size through a loop they must go.

3. The next thing we do is to holystone decks,
Mizzen-topmen from the fore-hatch your buckets must fetch,
And it's foremain and topmain so loudly they bawl,
Come, fetch up your holystones, squilgees, and all.

4. The decks being scrubbed and the rigging coiled down,
It is now clean your bright work, which is found all around,
Your gun-caps and aprons so neatly must shine,
And in white frocks and trowsers you must all toe a line.

5. The next thing we hear is "all hands to make sail,"
For under topgallant sails she must not remain.
Oh, your royals and your skysails and your moon-sails so high,
At the sound of the call your skyscrapers must fly.

6. But now, my brave boys, comes the best of the fun:
"All hands about ship and reef topsails," in one.
Oh, it's "lay aloft topmen" as the hellum goes down,
And it's "clew down your topsails" as the mainyard swings round.

7. "Trice up and lay out, take two snug reefs in one;"
And all in one moment this work must be done.
Then man your head braces, topsail-halliards, and all,
And hoist away topsails as you let go and haul.

8. Our second lieutenant, you all know him well,
He comes up on deck and cuts a great swell.
Oh, it's bear a hand here, boys, and it's bear a hand there,
And in the lee gangway he serves out our share.*

9. Now, all you bold seamen who plough the salt sea,
Beware of this frigate wherever she be,
For they'll beat you and bang you till you ain't worth a d——n,
And send you an invalid to your own native land.

* Of the colt.