An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings "Ba lily wean Little ken I my bairn's faither Far less the land that he lives in" It happened on a summer's day When this poor maid fell fast asleep A tinder come, a grey silkie And sat him doon at her bedfeet "I pray come tell to me thy name Oh, tell me where thy dwelling be My name it is Gud Hein Mailler And I earn my living oot o'er the sea "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 Skerry "No ye will nurse my little wee son For seven long years upon thy knee And at the end o' seven long years I'll come back and pay thy nurse's fee" "An' you will get a gunner good And a gey good gunner he's sure to be And the very first shot that e'er he fires Will kill both my young son and me" Oh, she has gotten a gunner good And a gey good gunner, so was he And he made oot on a May mornin' And shot the son and the grey silkie