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,
Nor 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-hunting for the whale.
Along the quays of Peterhead,
The lasses stand around,
Their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears running down.
Now don't you weep, my bonny wee lass,
Though you be left behind,
For the rose will bloom on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind.
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Here's 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,
The jackets of the blue,
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll have sweethearts enou'.
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It will be bright both day and night
When the whaling lads come hame,
In a ship that's full of oil, my boys,
And money to our name.
We'll make the cradles all to rock
And the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead
Sing, “Hushabye, my dear.”
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