| An earthly nourish sits and sings
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| And ay she sings by lily wean
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| Little ken I my bairn’s father
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| Far less the land that he stops in I am a man upon the land
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| I am a silkie in the sea
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| And when I’m far and far from land
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| My dwelling is in Sule Skerrie
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| It shall come to pass on a summer’s day
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| As the sun shines hot on every stone
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| That I shall take my little young son
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| And teach him for to swim the foam
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| I am a man upon the land
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| I am a silkie in the sea
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| And when I’m far and far from land
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| My dwelling is in Sule Skerrie
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| «It was not well,"said the maiden fair
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| «'Twas not well, indeed,"said she
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| That the great Silkie of Sule Skerrie
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| Should have come and brought a bairn to me |