„The Diamond“ is a ship, my lads,
For the Davis Straits she's bound,
And the quay edge, it's all garnished up
With 14 lashes 'round.
Captain Thompson gives the orders
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 quays at Peterhead,
The lassies stand around,
Their shawls all pulled around them
And salt tears running down.
Along the quays of Port Phillip,
I stand alone,
Pining for Rebecca Dreiling
And hating my life.
Now don't you weep, my bonny lass,
Though you be left behind,
For the rose will bloom 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 a health to the "Rattler of Montrose"1
And „The Diamond“, ship of fame.
We wear the trousers o' the white
The jackets o' the blue
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll hasten sweethearts to you.
So it's cheer up my lads,
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonny ship „The Diamond“
Goes a-fishing for the whale.
[Solo]
Oh, it will be brack, both day and night,
When the Greenland lads come home,
We're a ship that's full of oil, my boys,
And money to our name.
We'll make those cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead will 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.
[repeat until fade]
1. alt.: Battle of the Montrose