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Lyrics for Grey Silkie Of Sule Skerry by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Grey Silkie Of Sule Skerry | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 170 | | | | Lyrics: | THE GREY SILKIE OF SULE SKERRY
In Norwa land, there lived a maid
Baloo, my babe,
this maid began
I ken na where your faither is
Nor yet the land where he dwells
in
It happened on a certain day
When this fair maiden fell asleep
That in there
come a grey silkie
And sat him doon at her bed feet
Saying awake, awake, my bonnie
maid
For o how soundly thou dost sleep
I'll tell thee where his faither is
He's
sitting close at thy bed feet
I pray come tell tae me your name
And tell me where
your dwellin be
My name it is Gud Hein Mailler
An I earn ma living oot tae
sea
I am a man upon the land
I am a Silkie in the sea
And when I'm far frae
every strand
My home it is in Sule Skerry
Alas, alas, this woeful fate
This
weary fate that's been laid on me
That a man should a come frae the West o Hoy
Tae the
Norwa lands tae ha a bairn wi me
My dear I'll wed ye wi a ring
Wi a ring ma dear,
I'll wed wi ye
Thou may go wed wi whom thou wilt
I'm sure ye'll never wed wi
me
Thou will nurse ma bonnie son
For seven long years upon your knee
And at the
end o seven long years
I'll come and pay the nurse's fee
She has nursed her little
wee son
For seven long years upon her knee
And at the end o seven long years
He's
come back wi gold and white money
Ma dear I'll wed ye wi a ring
Wi a ring ma dear,
I'll wed wi thee
Thou may go wed wi whom thou wilt
I'm sure ye'll never wed wi
me
But I'll put a gold chain roond his neck
A gey good gold chain it will
be
That if e'er he comes tae the Norwa lands
You can hae a good guess it is
he
An You will get a gunner good
An a gey good gunner it will be
An he'll gae
oot on a May morning
An shot the son an the grey silkie
An she had got a gunner
good
An a gey good gunner, I'm sure twas he
An he gae'd oot on a May morning
An he
shot the son and the grey silkie
Alas, alas, this woeful fate
This weary fate that's
been laid on me
And ance or twice she sobbed and sighed
An her tender heart, it brak in
three
Child #113
from the singing of Jean Redpath
see also SILKIE1
@myth
@love @animal @ballad
filename[ SILKIE2
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