THE
BONNIE SHIP THE DIAMOND
Traditional
The
Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonnie lassies round.
Captain Thomson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never set, my lads, nor darkness dims the
sky.
So it's cheer up, my lads, let your hearts never fail,
While
the bonnie ship, The Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along
the quay at Peterheid the lassies stand aroon',
Wi' their shawls all pu'ed aboot them and the saut tears rinnin'
doon.
Don't
you weep, 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,
Here's a health to 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 Peterheid we'll hae sweethearts enoo.
It'll be a bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come
hame,
Wi' a ship that's fu' o' 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 Peterheid sing "Hushabye, my dear".
Footnote - By 1820, Peterhead, The Blue Toun,
was the principal whaling port in Britain and by the end of the
century it also had Scotland's third largest herring fleet.
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