Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry

Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry - Judy Collins

Written by：Traditional

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 it 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 selchie in the sea

And when I am in my own country

I 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'll bev

And he'll go out

On a may morning

And he'll kill

Both my wee son and me

And lo she did marry

A gunner good

And a proud 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 selchie

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