| An earthly nurse sits and sings, | |
| And aye she sings a lily wean - | |
| "Little ken I my bairn's father, | |
| Far less the land that he dwells in." | |
| For he's come one night to her bed's foot | |
| And a grumly guest I'm sure he'd be, | |
| Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father, | |
| Although I be not comely. | |
| "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 the sule skerrie." | |
| And he has ta'en a purse of gold, | |
| And he had placed it upon her knee, | |
| Saying, "Give to me my little young son | |
| And take thee up thy nurse's fee. | |
| "And I will come one summer's day | |
| When the sun shine's bright on every stane, | |
| I'll come and fetch my little young son, | |
| And teach him how to swim the faem. | |
| "And ye shall marry a gunner bold, | |
| And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be, | |
| And the very first shot that ever he shoots | |
| Will kill both my young son and me." |
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