In Norway there dwelt a maid,
`By`loo my baby,` she begins,
Saying `Little know I my baby`s father,
Or if land or see he`s living in.`
Then there arose at her bed`s foot
A grumley ghaist, I`m sure was he,
Saying `Here am I, thy baby`s father,
Although that I`m not comely.`
`I am a man upon the land
And I am a selkie in the sea.
And when I am in my own country
My dwelling is Shule Skerry.`
Then he`s taken out a purse of gold
And he has put it upon her knee,
Saying `Give to me my little wee son,
And take thee up thy nurse`s fee.`
And it shall come to pass on a summer`s day,
When the sun shines bright on every stone,
That I shall take out my little wee son
And teach him for to swim in the foam.`
`And you shall marry a gunner good,
And a proud young gunner I`m sure he`ll be,
And he`ll go out on a fine May morning
And kill both my young son and me.`
And lo, she did marry a gunner good,
And a fine young gunner I`m sure was he,
And ther very first shot that he did shoot
It killed both the son and the Great Selkie
In Norway there dwelt a maid,
`By`loo my baby,` she begins,
Saying `Little know I my baby`s father,
Or if land or sea he`s living in.`