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The diamond is a ship, my lads
For the davis strait we're bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie 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

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your heart never fail
For the bonny ship the 'diamond'
Goes a fishin-for the whale

Along the quay at peterhead
The lasses stand around
With their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Don't you weep, my bonnie lass
Though you be left behind
Th' rose will grow on greenland's banks
Before we change our mind

Here's health to the 'resolution'
Likewise the 'eliza swan'
Three cheers for the 'battler of montrose'
& the 'diamond', ship of fame
We wear the trousers of the white
And jackets o' the blue
When we get back to peterhead
We'll have sweethearts enou'
It'll be bright both day and night
When the greenland lads come home
Our ship is full with oil, my 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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