The Grey Selchie

In Norwa there sits a maid
 "Byloo, my baby," she begins
 "Little know I my child's father
 For if land or sea he's living in"
 Then there arose at her bed feet
 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
 My dwelling is in Suleskerry"
 Then he had taken a purse of gold
 And he hath put it upon her knee
 Saying, "Give to me my little wee son
 And take thee up thy nurse's fee
 It shall come to pass on a summer's day
 When the sun shines hot on every stone
 That I shall take my little wee son
 And teach him for to swim in the foam
 You will marry a gunner good
 And a proud good gunner I'm sure he will be
 But he'll go out on a May morning
 And kill both my wee son and me"
 Loath she did marry a gunner good
 And a proud good gunner, I'm sure it was he
 The very first shot that he did shoot
 He killed the son and the gray selchie
 In Norwa there sits a maid
 "Byloo, my baby," she begins
 "Little know I my child's father
 For if land or sea he's living in"
 In Norwa there sits a maid
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