The Diamond is a ship, my lads,
for the Davis Strait she's bound,
And the Quay it is all garnished
with bonny lasses round;
Captain Thompson gives the order
to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never sets, my lads,
nor darkness dims the sky.
Chorus:
So it's cheer up, my lads,
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonny ship, The Diamond,
goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead,
the lasses stand around,
Wi' their shawls all pulled about them
and the salt tears running down;
Don't you weep, my bonny lass,
though you be left behind,
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
before we change our mind.
Chorus:
So it's cheer up, my lads,
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonny ship, The Diamond,
goes a-fishing for the whale.
Here's health to The Resolution,
likewise The Eliza Swan,
Here's 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 ha'e sweethearts enoo.
Chorus:
So it's cheer up, my lads,
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonny ship, The Diamond,
goes a-fishing for the whale.
It'll be bright both day and night
when the Greenland lads come hame,
With a ship thats fu' o' oil, my lads,
and money to our name;
We'll make the cradles for to rock
and the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead sing,
"Hushabye, my dear".
Chorus:
So it's cheer up, my lads,
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonny ship, The Diamond,
goes a-fishing for the whale.