Lyrics:
In Norwa there sits a maid'Byloo, my baby,' she begins'Little know I my child's fatherFor if land or sea he's living in'Then there arose at her bed feetA grumbly guest, I'm sure it was heSaying, 'Here am I, thy child's fatherAlthough that I am not comelyI am a man upon the landI am a selchie in the seaAnd when I am in my own countryMy dwelling is in Suleskerry'Then he had taken a purse of goldAnd he hath put it upon her kneeSaying, 'Give to me my little wee sonAnd take thee up thy nurse's feeIt shall come to pass on a summer's dayWhen the sun shines hot on every stoneThat I shall take my little wee sonAnd teach him for to swim in the foamYou will marry a gunner goodAnd a proud good gunner I'm sure he will beBut he'll go out on a May morningAnd kill both my wee son and me'Loath she did marry a gunner goodAnd a proud good gunner, I'm sure it was heThe very first shot that he did shootHe killed the son and the gray selchieIn Norwa there sits a maid'Byloo, my baby,' she begins'Little know I my child's fatherFor if land or sea he's living in'In Norwa there sits a maid...