~ The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry ~

An earthly nourris sits and sings,

Little ken I my bairnis father,

Then ane arose at her bed-feet,

‘Here am I, thy bairnis father,

‘I am a man, upo the land,

And when I’m far and far frae land,

‘It was na weel,’ quod the maiden fair,

‘That the Great Silkie of Sule Skerrie

Now he has taen a purse of gold,

Sayin, Gie to me my little young son,

An it sall come to pass on a simmer’s day,

That I will tak my little young son,

An thu sall marry a proud gunner,

An the very first schot that ere he schoots,