Traditional
O 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
Chorus
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 stand around
Wi' their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Oh 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 the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the blue
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll hae sweethearts enoo
It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Wi' a ship that's fu' of oil me 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
Will sing hush-a-bye my dear!