^AmiThe Diamond is a ^Gship me lads, ^Amifor the Davis Straits ^Gshe's bound ^AmiAnd the quay it is ^Gall garnished ^E7with bonny lassies ^Amiround. ^AmiCaptain thompson ^Ggives the orders ^Amito sail the ocean ^Gwide ^AmiWhere the sun it never ^Gsets me lads, ^E7Nor darkness ^Amidims the skies ^AmiSo it's ^Gcheer up ^Amme lads, let your ^Ghearts never ^Amifail For ^G the bonny ^Amiship The Diam^Gnd ^Amigoes a ^Gfishing for the ^Amiwhale Along the quay at Peterhead the lassies stand arend With their shawls pulled all about them and the salt tears running down. Don't you weep my bonnie lassie, though you'll be left behind For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before I change my mind Here's health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Swan, Here's health to the Battler of Montrose and Diamond ship of fame. We wear the trousers of the white, the jackets of the blue, When we return to Peterhead,.. we'll have our sweethearts new It Will be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home With a ship that's full of oil my lads and money to our name. We'll make the cradles for to rock, the blankets for to tear, And every lass in Peterhead sing ''Hush a bye my dear'