Bonnie Ship The Diamond - Roger McGuinn, Judy Collins

The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she’s bound

And 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, my lads, no darkness dims the sky

So it’s cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail

While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing 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 bonny 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

Here’s a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame;

We wear the trouser o' the white and the jackets o' the blue

When we return to Peterhead, we’ll hae sweethearts anoo

It’ll be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame

Wi' a ship that’s fu' of 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»