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,
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And 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 quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand around,
With their shawls all pulled around them and the salt tears runnin' down;
Oh 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.
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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 of the white and the jackets of the blue,
When we return to Peterhead, we'll hae sweethearts anoo,
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It'll be bricht both day and night when the Greenland lads come hame,
With a ship that's full of oil, me 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"
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