The Bonny Ship The Diamond
sł. trad.
The "Diamond" is a ship, my boys, for the Davis Strait she's bound
For the bonny ship the "Diamond' goes a-fishing for the whale. 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 bloom on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.
Here's health to the "Rattler" of Montrose and the "Diamond" ship of fame. We wear the trousers of the white, the jackets of the blue. When we return to Peterhead we'll have sweethearts enow.
In a ship that's full of oil, my boys, and money to our name. We'll make the cradles all to rock and blankets for to tear And every lass in Peterhead sing" "Hushabye my dear"
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