The Silky

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An eartly nourris sits and sings,
And aye she sings, ba, lily wean!
Little ken I my bairnis father,
Far less the land that he staps in

Then ane arose at her bed-fit,
An a grumly guest I'm sure was he:
'Here am I, thy bairnis father
Although that I not be comelie'.

'I am a man, upon the lan,
An I am a silky in the sea;
And when I'm far and far frae lan,
My dwelling is in sule skerrie'

'It was na well,' quo the maiden fair,
'It was na well, indeed,' quo she,
'That the great Silky of sule skerrie
Suld hae come and aught a brairn to me.'

Now he has taen a purse of goud,
And he has pat it upo her knee,
Saying, 'Gie ta me my little young son,
An tak thee up thy nourris-fee.'

'An it sall pass on a simmer's day,
When the sin shines het on evera stane,
That I will tak my little young son,
An teach him for to swim the faem.'

Typed from the lyrics booklet for Dancemania X5

Contributed by James Edge (LockeVanish) <lockevanish@uymail.com>
http://www.animelyrics.com/dancecd/

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