SU LES Kerry

An earthly nooris sits and spins
And aye she sings ba lilley wain
Sayin little ken I my bairns father
Far less the land that he bides in
And he was there at her bedfoot
And a grumlie guest, Im sure, twas he
Sayin here am I thy bairns father
Although I be not comely
I am a man upon the land
And I am a Silkie in the sea
But when Im far and far frae land
My home it is in Sule Skerry
Then hes taen oot a purse o gold
And he has thrown it upon her knee
Sayin gi tae me my bonny wee son
And tak thee up thy nooris fee
For itll come to pass on a summers day
When the sun shines bright on every stane
That Ill come and tak my bonny wee son
And teach him how to swim the fame
And you shall marry a gunner good
And a proud gunner, Im sure hell be
But the very first shot, that ever he fires
Hell kill both your young son and me
I am a man upon the land
And I am a Silkie in the sea
But when Im far and far frae land
My home it is in Sule Skerry