THE DIAMOND (also called The Bonny Ship the Diamond)
The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she’s bound,
And the quay it is all garnish-ed with bonny lasses ’round;
Captain Thompson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky,
So it’s cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,
While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand around,
Their shawls all pulled around 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.
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 have sweethearts anew,
It’ll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home,
With a ship that’s full of 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’ll sing “Hushabye, my dear”.