An additional stab at the transcription!

Twas in the cold month of November,
When all my money I had spent.
It is quite usual for a sailor.
So back to the shipping office I went.

       Oh, Johnny, come back.
       Heave in the slack.
       Heave away your capstan, heave a pawl, heave a paw-aw-aw-awl!
       ‘Bout ship, staysails, [then?] be handy.
       Raise tacks, sheets, and mains’l haul!

Now in my bag I had a bottle,
The boarding master gave [it?] me.
Twas when to wet my bleedin’ throttle,
When was the skipper I did see.