The Bonny Ship the Diamond is another whaling song, this time from Scotland. This version was popularized by singer, author and folklorist A. L. Lloyd, who collected it in Liverpool in 1937.
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The Diamond is the 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 orders 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,
For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand around
With their shawls all pulled about them and the salt tears running down
Now 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 of the white and the jackets of the blue
When we return to Peterhead we'll haste sweethearts to you.
It'll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home
With a ship that's full 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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