There sits a maid on Norway's strand
"Hush bye-lou-lay," this maid began
Saying, "Little ken I my bairn's father
Far less the land that he dwells in"
For he came one night to her bed fit
And a grumbly guest I'm sure was he
Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father
Although I be not comely
I am a man upon dry land
I am a silkie in the sea
And when I'm far from every strand
My dwelling is Sule Skerry"
And he has taken a chain of gold
And he has placed it on her knee
Saying, "Give to me my little young son
And take thee up thy nursing fee
And you will marry a gunner good
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be
And the very first shot that e'er he shoots
Will slay both my young son and me"
And she has married a gunner good
And a right good gunner was he
And he went out on a May morning
And he shot the son and the great silkie
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