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