The bonnie ship, the Diamond

Scottish

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 gave 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 bonnie ship the Diamond,
Goes a-hunting for the whale.


Along the quay at Peterhead,
The lasses stand around;
With their shawls all pulled around them,
And the salt tears runnin' down.
Don't you weep, my bonnie lasses,
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,
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose,
And the Diamond, ship of fame.
It will be bright both day and night,
When the Greenland lads come home;
Our ship full up with oil, my lads,
And money to our name.

We wear the trousers o' the white,
The jackets o' the blue,
When we get back to Peterhead,
We'll hae sweethearts enou'.
We'll make the cradles for to rock,
And the blankets for to tear;
And every lass in Peterhead sing,
"Hushabye, my dear."