Selkie of Sules Skerry 
(Traditional) 

An earthly nourris sits and sings 
And aye she sings `Ba lily wain 
Saying little ken I thy bairn's father 
Far less the land that he sleeps in' 

Then he arose at her bedfoot 
And a [bad word] guest I'm sure was he 
Saying here am I, thy bairn's father 
Although I be [bad word] 

I am a man upon the land 
I am a selkie on the sea 
And when I'm far and far from land 
My home it is in Sules Skerry 

And he has taken a purse of gold 
And he has lain it upon her knee 
Saying give to me my little young son 
And take thee up thy nurse's fee 

And it [bad word] tae pass on a summer's day 
When the sun shines bright on every stone  [bad word] to fetch my little young son 
And teach him how to swim the foam 

And you shall marry a pround gunner 
And a proud gunner I'm sure he'll be 
But the very first shot that e'er he shoots 
He'll kill both my young son and me.