| The Diamond is a ship, my lads
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| For the Davis Strait we’re bound
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| The quay it is all garnished
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| With bonnie lasses 'round
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| Captain Thompson gives the order
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| To sail the ocean wide
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| Where the sun it never sets, my lads
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| Nor darkness dims the sky
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| For it’s cheer up my lads
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| Let your hearts never fail
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| For the bonnie ship the Diamond
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| Goes a-hunting for the whale
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| Along the quay at Peterhead
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| The lasses stand aroon
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| Wi' their shawls all pulled around them
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| And the saut tears runnin' doon
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| Don’t you weep, my bonnie wee lass
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| Though you be left behind
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| For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice
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| Before we change our mind
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| Here’s a health to the Resolution
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| Likewise the Eliza Swan
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| Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
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| And the Diamond, ship of fame
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| We wear the trousers o' the white
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| The jackets o' the blue
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| When we get back to Peterhead
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| We’ll hae sweethearts enou'
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| It will be bright both day and night
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| When the Greenland lads come hame
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| Our ship full up with oil, my lads
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| And money to our name
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| We’ll make the cradles for to rock
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| And the blankets for to tear
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| And every lass in Peterhead sing
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| «Hushabye, my dear» |