| Oh the Diamond is a ship me lads, for the Davis strait she’s bound
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| And the key it is all garnished wae bonnie lassies round
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| Captain Thompson gees the orders, to sail the ocean wide
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| Where the sun it never sets me lads, and darkness dims the sky
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| Oh the Diamond is a ship me lads, for the Davis strait she’s bound
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| And the key it is all garnished wae bonnie lassies round
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| Captain Thompson gees the orders, to sail the ocean wide
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| Where the sun it never sets me lads, and darkness dims the sky
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| All along the key at Peterhead, the lassies stand around
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| Wae their shawls aw poo’d aboot them, and their sawt tears runnin' doon
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| Oh don’t you weep my bonnie lass though you be left behind
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| For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice before we change your mind
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| And 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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| Here’s a health to the Resolution and likewise the Eliza Swan
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| Here’s a health to the Battler o' Montrose and the Diamond ship o' fame
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| We wear the troosers o' the white and the jackets o' the blue
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| When we return tae Peterhead we’ll hae sweethearts anew
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| And 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 fishing for the whale
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| My heart has been torn from me and I am bleeding
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| My soul has been wrent from me and I am crying
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| All the beauty around my fades and I am screaming
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| I am the last of the great Whales, and I am dying
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| It’ll be bricht both the day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame
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| Wae a ship that’s full of oil me lads money tae oor name
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| We’ll mak the cradles for tae rock and the blankets for tae tear
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| And every lass in Peterhead sing 'hushabye my dear' |