The Bonnie Ship The Diamond - The Corries

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 gives the order

To sail the ocean wide

Where the sun it never sets, my lads

Nor darkness dims the sky

For 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 aroon

Wi' their shawls all pulled around them

And the saut tears runnin' doon

Don’t you weep, my bonnie wee 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 the Eliza Swan

Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose

And the Diamond, ship of fame

We wear the trousers o' the white

The jackets o' the blue

When we get back to Peterhead

We’ll hae sweethearts enou'

It will be bright both day and night

When the Greenland lads come hame

Our ship full up with 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»