Tales from the Crow Man - 10. Selkie of Sules Skerry
Selkie of Sules Skerry (Traditional)
An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings `Ba lily wain Saying little ken I thy bairn's father Far less the land that he sleeps in'
Then he arose at her bedfoot And a grumbly guest I'm sure was he Saying here am I, thy bairn's father Although I be not comely
I am a man upon the land I am a selkie on the sea And when I'm far and far from land My home it is in Sules Skerry
And he has taken a purse of gold And he has lain it upon her knee Saying give to me my little young son And take thee up thy nurse's fee
And it shall come tae pass on a summer's day When the sun shines bright on every stone I'll come to fetch my little young son And teach him how to swim the foam
And you shall marry a pround gunner And a proud gunner I'm sure he'll be But the very first shot that e'er he shoots He'll kill both my young son and me.