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,
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'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.'

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