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- From: ljane@devnull.mpd.tandem.com (Linda Cast)
- Newsgroups: rec.music.folk
- Subject: Re: The Great Selkie of Sule Skerrie
- Message-ID: <3229@devnull.mpd.tandem.com>
- Date: 31 Dec 92 19:31:55 GMT
- Sender: news@devnull.mpd.tandem.com
- Reply-To: ljane@devnull.mpd.tandem.com (Linda Cast)
- Distribution: austin
- Organization: Tandem Computers; Austin TX
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- Originator: ljane@ocean
-
-
- Hi,
-
- I just saw this thread and may duplicate some info, but did some
- research on the song once. In the library, found a very old map
- book that showed Sule Skerrie to be an island or small group of
- islands north of scotland or wales. More current maps at hand that
- day didn't show it at all.
-
- Joan Baez sang it and of course, it was lovely.
-
- The first part of the song as she sang it was:
-
- An earthly nurse sits and sings,
- And aye, she sings, my lilly wean (sp?) (little one),
- For I know not my bairns father,
- Far less the land where he dwells in.
-
- For he came one night to her bedside,
- And a grumbly guest, I'm sure, was he,
- Saying, here am I, thy bairn's father,
- Although I be not comely.
-
- I am a man upon the land,
- I am a silkie on the sea,
- And when I'm far and far frae land,
- My home it is in Sule Skerrie.
-
- And he hath ta'en a purse of gold,
- And he hath placed it on her knee,
- Saying give to me my little wee son,
- And take thee up thy nurse's fee.
-
- (forgot) something about taking the babe in spring or summer
- (forgot) back to sea...
- (forgot),
- And teach him how to swim the faem (foam).
-
- And ye shall marry a gunner good,
- And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
- And the very first shot that e'er he shoots,
- Will kill both my young son and me.
-
-
- Since a lot of responses may have disappeared before I saw the thread, this
- may be redundant - if so, sorry :-) - this is one of my favorite songs.
- Another poem that would be great put to music on a similar theme, is the
- lonely merman poem - have forgotten the title and author, but it goes:
-
- Come, dear children, come away,
- Down and away below,
- Now my brothers call from the bay,
- Now the salt tides seaward flow,
- Down, come down, and away.
-
- Call, dear children, call once yet,
- Down and away below,
- In a voice she will never forget,
- Margaret, Margaret.
-
- Margaret was the mortal mother who had refused to go to sea with her lover
- and sat in the church. He asked the children to call because children's
- voices were ever dear, then seeing no response, he sadly told them to come
- down, down and away below.
-
- Actually, I have a small tune put to it, but am not a musician. If anyone
- is interested, I think my little part resounds well with the poem, and
- would be interested in sharing it with you so you could use it if you
- wanted.
-
- Linda
-
- --
- Linda Cast ljane@mpd.tandem.com
-