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The Great Silkie Lyrics - Artist : Collins, Judy
In Norway, there sits a maid
By lou, my baby, she begins Little know I my child's father Or if land or sea he's livin' in Then there arose at her bed feet And a grumbly guest, I'm sure was he Saying here am I thy child's father Although that I am not comely I am a man upon the land I am a silkie in the sea And when I am in my own country My dwellin' is in Shule Skerry And he hath taken a purse of gold He hath put it upon her knee Saying give to me my little wee son And take thee up thy nurse's fee And it shall come to pass on a summer day When the sun shines hot on every stone That I shall take my little wee son And I'll teach him for to swim in the foam And you will marry a gunner good And a proud good gunner I'm sure he will be And the very first shot that ere he will shoot He'll kill both my wee son and me And she did marry a gunner good And a fine good gunner I'm sure it was he And the very first shot that ere he did shoot He killed the son and the great silkie In Norway, there sits a maid By lou, my baby, she begins Little know I my child's father Or if land or sea he's livin' in |
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