The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound, And the Quay it is all garnished with bonny 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. So it's cheer up, my lads, Let your hearts never fail, For the bonny ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand around, Wi' their shawls all pulled about 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. So it's cheer up, my lads, Let your hearts never fail, For the bonny ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.
Here's health to The Resolution, likewise The Eliza Swan, Here's 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 ha'e sweethearts enoo. So it's cheer up, my lads, Let your hearts never fail, For the bonny ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.
It'll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come hame, With a ship thats fu' o' 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". So it's cheer up, my lads, Let your hearts never fail, For the bonny ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.