Oh, the Diamond is a ship, me lads,|
For the Davis Straits she's bound.
And 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, me lads,
Nor darkness dims the skies.
And it's cheer up, me lads!
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-fishin' for the whale!
Here's a health to the Resolution!|
Likewise, the Eliza Jane.
Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose,
And the Diamond ship of fame.
We wear the trousers of the white,
And jackets of the blue.
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll have sweethearts enou'.
All around the quay at Peterhead,|
The lasses stand around,
With their shawls all pulled around them,
And the salt tears running 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.
It will be bright, both day and night,|
When the Greenland lads come hame,
With a ship that's full of oil, me lads,
And money to our name.
We'll make the cradle for to rock,
And the blanket for to tear,
And every lass at Peterhead
Sing "Hush-a-bye, my dear!"