The Diamond is a ship, me lads
For the Davis Strait she’s bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonny lasses ’round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

And it’s cheer up me lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonny ship the Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand around
With their shawls all pulled around them
And their salt tears running down
Don’t you weep, my bonny lass
Though you’ll be left behind
For the rose will bloom on Greenland’s ice
Before we change our minds

It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come home
With a ship that’s full of oil, me boys
And money to our names
We’ll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sings
“Hushabye, my dear”