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Bonnie Ship the Diamond

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The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait she’s bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses ’round
Captain Thompson gives the orders
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

For its cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses gather round
Wi’ their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin’ down
Now don’t you cry, my bonnie 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
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We wear the trousers o’ the white
And the jackets o’ the blue
When we return to Peterhead
We’ll hae sweethearts enou’


It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland boys return
Our ship that’s full of oil, my lads
And moneys for to burn
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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