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

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