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, no darkness dims the sky, 
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So it's cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail, 
While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale. 

Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon, 
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them and the salt [bad word]  doon; 
Don't you weep, my bonny 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 trouser o' the white and the jackets o' the blue, 
When we return to Peterhead, we'll hae sweethearts anoo, 
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It'll be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland [bad word] hame, 
Wi' a ship that's fu' of 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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