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Christina Stewart




The Diamond is a ship, my lads,

For the Davis Strait she's bound,

And the quay it is all garnish-ed

Wi bonny 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,


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 Peterheid,

The lasses stand aroon,

Wi' their shawls all pulled about them

And the saut tears runnin' 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.






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 Peterhead,

We'll hae sweethearts enou’,


It'll be bricht both day and nicht

When the Greenland lads come 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 Peterheid

Sing "Hushabye, my dear"