The Diamond is a ship me lads,
For the Davis Straits she's bound
And the Quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lassies round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky.
And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship The Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale!
Along the quay at Peterhead
The lassies gathered around
Wi' their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Oh don't you cry, my bonnie lass,
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before I'll change my mind.
Here's a health to The Resolution,
Likewise the Eliza Dane
Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose
And The Diamond ship of fame
We wear the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the blue
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll have sweethearts enoo.
It'll be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come home
Wi' a ship that's full of oil me lads
And money for to burn
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead
Sing hushabye my dear!