(Trad / James Waters)
In Norowa' land there lived a maid
Baloo, my babe, this maid began
I ken na wha your faither is
Nor yet the land that he dwells in
It happened on a certain day
When this fair maiden fell asleep
That in there cam' a grey silkie
And sat him doon at her bed feet
Sayin', Awake, awake, my bonnie maid
For oh, hoo soond as thou dost sleep
I'll tell thee whaur his faither is
He's sittin' close at thy bed feet
I pray come tell tae me your name
And tell me whaur your dwelling be
My name is good Heim Mailer
And I earn my 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 dwelling is in Sule Skerry
Alas, alas, this woefu' fate
This weary fate that's been laid on me
That a man should have come frae the wast' o' Hoy
Tae the Norowa' lands t'hae a bairn wi' me
My dear, I'll wed ye wi' a ring
Wi' a ring, my dear, I'll wed wi' thee
Thou may go wed wi' whom thou will
I'm sure you'll never wed wi' me
Thou will nurse my bonnie son
For seeven lang years upon your knee
An' at the end o' seeven lang years
I'll come and pay thy nurse's fee
She has nursed her little wee son
For seeven lang years upon her knee
An' at the end o' seeven lang years
He's come back wi' gold and white money
My dear, I'll wed ye wi' a ring
Wi' a ring, my dear, I'll wed wi' thee
Thou may go wed wi' whom thou will
I'm sure you'll never wed wi' me
But I'll put a gold chain roond his neck
An' a gey good gold chain it'll be
That if ever he comes tae the Norowa' lands
You can hae a good guess it is he
An' you will get a gunner good
An' a gey good gunner it'll be
An' he'll gae oot on a May mornin'
An' shoot the son and the grey silkie
And she has got a gunner good
An' a gey good gunner I'm sure 'twas he
An' he gaed oot on a May mornin'
An' he shot the son and the grey silkie
Alas, alas, this woefu' fate
This weary fate that's been laid on me
And aince or twice she sobbed an' sighed
And her tender heart it brak' in three
(as sung by Jean Redpath)
An earthly nurse sits and sings
And aye she sings, My little wean
Saying, Little know I my bairn's father
Far less the land that he dwells in
Then one arose at her bed-foot
And a grisly guest I'm sure was he
Saying, Here am I, thy bairn's father
Although I be not comelie
I am a man upon the land
I am a silkie in the sea
And when I'm far and far from land
My home it is in Sule Skerry
And he has taken a purse of gold
And he had laid it on her knee
Sayin', Give to me my little young son
Take you off your nurse's fee
It shall come to pass on a summer's day
When the sun shines bright on every stone
That I will take my little young son
And teach him how to swim the foam
And you shall marry a gunner good
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be
And the very first shot that e'er he fires
Will kill both my young son and me
(as sung by Dave Burland, to a different tune)