Lyrics

The Diamond is a ship, my lads For the Davis Strait we're bound The quay it is all garnished With bonnie 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 AND IT'S CHEER UP, ME LADS LET YOUR HEART NEVER FAIL FOR THE BONNY SHIP THE 'DIAMOND' GOES A FISHIN-FOR THE WHALE Along the quay at Peterhead The lasses stand around With their shawls all pulled about them And the salt tears runnin' down Don't you weep, my bonnie lass Though you be left behind Th' rose will grow on Greenland's banks Before we change our mind Here's health to the 'Resolution' Likewise the 'Eliza Swan' Three cheers for the 'Battler of Montrose' & the 'Diamond', ship of fame We wear the trousers of the white And jackets o' the blue When we get back to Peterhead We'll have sweethearts enou' It'll be bright both day and night When the Greenland lads come home Our ship is full with 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"