The Bonny Ship The Diamond
I have heard this done by several groups, both with instruments and a capella.  My favorite is the redition done by Gaelic Storm.
Quay is pronounced KAY... saut means salt....
 

Dm                         Am                               Dm                          Am
The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound,
               Dm                Am                        Dm     Am        Dm
And the quay it is all garnished with the bonny lassies 'round;
                 Dm                            Am             Dm                    Am
Captain Thompson gives the order for to sail the ocean wide,
                  Dm              Am                         Dm           Am        Dm
Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky,

                             Dm                                         C               Dm
Chorus:   So it's cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,
                                          C                          Dm     Am        Dm
For the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.

      Dm                         Am                   Dm                 Am
All along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon,
                 Dm                          Am                         Dm            Am        Dm
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them and the saut tears runnin' doon;
          Dm                           Am                          Dm                  Am
Now, don't you weep, my bonny lass, though you be left behind,
             Dm                         Am                         Dm          Am             Dm
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.
 

Dm                                      Am              Dm                   Am
Here's a health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Jane,
                Dm                          Am                                Dm           Am        Dm
Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame;
        Dm                      Am                              Dm                Am
We wear the trousers o' the white and the jackets o' the blue,
           Dm               Am                      Dm             Am      Dm
When we return to Peterhead, we'll hae sweethearts anoo,
 

Dm                             Am                                  Dm                                 Am
It will be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame,
          Dm                    Am                          Dm  Am       Dm
Wi' a ship that's fu' of oil, my lads, and money to our name;
         Dm                        Am                           Dm                  Am
We'll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear,
         Dm                Am                      Dm     Am        Dm
And every lass in Peterhead sing "Hushabye, my dear"
 

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