| The Diamond is a ship me lads, For the Davis Straits she's bound And the Quay it is all garnished With bonnie lassies round Captain Thompson gives the order To sail the ocean wide Where the sun it never sets me lads Nor darkness dims the sky. |
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| And it's cheer up, me lads Let your hearts never fail, For the bonnie ship The Diamond Goes a-fishing for the whale! |
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| Along the quay at Peterhead The lassies stand around Wi' their shawls all pulled about them And the salt tears runnin' down Oh don't you weep, my bonnie 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 trousers of the white And the jackets of the blue When we return to Peterhead, We'll hae sweethearts enoo. |
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| It'll be bright both day and night When the Greenland lads come hame With a ship that's full of oil me lads And money to our names 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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