“The Diamond” is a ship, me lads, for the Greenland Strait she’s bound, And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses around. Cap’en Thomson gives the order to sail the ocean wide, Where the sun it never sets, me lads, nor darkness dims the sky. So, it’s cheer up, me lads, let yer hearts never fail, While the bonnie ship “The Diamond” goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead the lasses stand around, With their shawls all pulled about them, and the salt tears running down. Now, don’t you weep, me 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 to “Eliza Swan”, Here’s a health to “The Battler of Montrose” and “The Diamond”, ship of renown. We wear the the trousers of the white and the jackets of the blue, When we return to Peterhead we’ll all have sweethearts true.
There’ll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home, With a ship pumped full 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 Sing: “Hushababy, me dear!”
