It was recorded by Stuart Frank on his 1980 Folkways album, Songs of Sea and Shore. Stuart Frank also got his version from Gale Huntington, who published the song in Songs the Whalemen Sang (1964, Barre Publishers), pp 68-70. Huntington found the song in the journal of the Bengal, 1832. Here are Huntington's notes:

This has no title in the Bengal Journal so I have called it "Hearts of Gold" which seems to be the important phrase. It is possible that this is a much altered version of "In Praise of Saylors" in Stone, pp. 10-13 [Christopher Stone, Sea Songs and Ballads, 1906]. If so, it is very old indeed. The phrase "hearts of gold" is found there, too."
There is a good version of this song, though it seems much more modern, in Harlow's Chanteying Aboard American Ships, pp. 219-222, called "Edgartown Whaling Song." There, too, the hardship of the sailor's life is compared with that of the "lazy landlubbers" who stay at home.
In Colcord, p. 137, it is called "The Sailor's Come All Ye." That version is taken from Eckstorm and Smyth's Minstrelsy of Maine.

Here are the lyrics from Huntington, just slightly different from those posted by Lonesome EJ:

HEARTS OF GOLD
(traditional)

'Twas the plowing of the raging seas
Was always my delight
While those loving landlubbers
No dangers do they know
Not like we long jack hearts of gold
That plows the ocean through
Yes like we long jack hearts of gold
That plows the ocean through

They are always with the pretty girls
A-setting them fine treats
A-bursting of their pretty heads
With the work they've done in a corn field
But cutting of the grass and weeds
Is all that they can do
While we long jack hearts of gold
We plow the ocean through

'Tis when the sun it does go down
They lay aside the plow
And can the work no longer stand
'Tis home that they must go
Now they got their suppers with content
And into bed they crawl
While we long jack hearts of gold
Stand many a bitter squall

When the dark and dismal night it does come on
And the winds begin to blow
Step up step up my lively lads
Step up from down below
And every man be on our decks
Our goodly ship to guard
Step up step up my lively lads
Send down the topgallant yard

The seas they run full mountains high
Which toss us up and down
We are in the midst of dangers
For fear our ship might found
But never be down-hearted boys
We will see our girls again
In spite of all our enemies
We will plow the raging main

We'll sail to all the ports of the land
Which ever yet was known
We will bring home gold and silver boys
When we arrive at home
And we will make our courtships flourish Boys
When we arrive on shore
And when our money it is all gone
We will plow the seas for more

So come all you pretty damsels
The truth you did but know
The dangers of the raging main
From labors unto you
You would have more contempt for them
Than ever yet was known
You would hate those loving landlubbers
Who always stay at home


Bengal 1832


from Gale Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang (1964, Barre Publishers), pp 68-70.

You can find the Stuart Frank recording on Spotify. It's lovely. What William Pint album has this song? I couldn't find it.