StonecircleThe Great Silkie Of Sule Skerry

(Traditional Child Ballad) An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lily wean! Little ken I of my bairn's father, Far less the land in where he be. " Then one arose at her bedside, And a grim-faced man inded was he, Saying, "Here I am, thy bairn's father, Though I be not handsome unto thee. " "I am a man upon the land, I am a silkie on the sea, And when I'm far and far frae land, I make my home in Sule Skerry. " "It was nae weel," quoth the maiden fair, "It was nae weel, indeed," quoth she, "For the Great Silkie of Sule Skerry Should have come and gi'en a bairn to me. " Now he has ta'en a purse of gold, And he has placed it on her knee, Saying, "Give to me my wee young son, And take this gold as thy nourris fee. " "It shall come to pass, on a summer's day, When the sun shines hot on every stone, That I will take my wee young son And teach him for to swim the foam. " "And thou shalt marry a proud gunner, And a proud gunner I'm sure he'll be, And the very first shot that e'er he shoots, He'll kill both my young son and me. " © 2019