The Bonnie Ship "The Diamond"

The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonnie lassies round.
Captain Thomson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never sets, my lads, nor darkness dims the sky.

And it's cheer up, my lads, let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.

Along the quay at he Peterhead the lassies stand around,
Wi' the shawls all pulled about them and the salt tears runnin' doon.
Don't you weep, my bonnie lass, though you be left behind.
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.

Here's a health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Swan'
Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame.
We wear trousers of the white and the jackets o' the blue,
When we return to Peterhead we'll hae sweethearts enoo.

It'll bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come hame,
With a ship that's full of oil, my lads, and money to our name:
We make the cradles for to rock and the blankets fore to tare,
And every lass in Peterhead sing "Hushabye, my dear."