Текст песни Sule Skerry - Barbara Dickson

Sule Skerry

An earthly nooris sits and spins\nAnd aye she sings ba lilley wain\nSayin' little ken I my bairn’s father\nFar less the land that he bides in\nAnd he was there at her bedfoot\nAnd a grumlie guest, I’m sure, 'twas he\nSayin' here am I thy bairn’s father\nAlthough I be not comely\nI am a man upon the land\nAnd I am a Silkie in the sea\nBut when I’m far and far frae land\nMy home it is in Sule Skerry\nThen he’s taen oot a purse o' gold\nAnd he has thrown it upon her knee\nSayin' gi tae me my bonny wee son\nAnd tak' thee up thy nooris fee\nFor it’ll come to pass on a summer’s day\nWhen the sun shines bright on every stane\nThat I’ll come and tak' my bonny wee son\nAnd teach him how to swim the fame\nAnd you shall marry a gunner good\nAnd a proud gunner, I’m sure he’ll be\nBut the very first shot, that ever he fires\nHe’ll kill both your young son and me\nI am a man upon the land\nAnd I am a Silkie in the sea\nBut when I’m far and far frae land\nMy home it is in Sule Skerry