Mark wrote:I saw a boat called Silkie this weekend, and it reminded me of BM's own Silkie.
But what is a Silkie? A quick ask around and internet search suggests, a shape shifting seal, a chicken, an otter or an eel. Which is it?
A seal person. There's a fine song,
The Silkie of Sule Skerry
An earthly nourris sits and sings,
And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean,
Little ken I, my bairns father,
Far less the land that he staps in."
Then ane arose at her bed fit,
And a grumly guest I'm sure was he,
Saying "Here am I, thy bairns father,
Although I am not comely."
I am a man upon the land,
I am a silkie in the sea,
And when I'm far frae every strand,
My home it is in Sule Skerry."
Then he has taken a purse of gold,
And he has laid it on her knee,
Saying, "give to me, my little young son,
And take thee up thy nouriss fee.
It shall come to pass on a summer's day,
When the sun shines hot on every stone,
That I shall take my little young son,
And teach him for to swim the foam.
And thou shalt marry a proud gunner,
And a very proud gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And the very first shot that e're he shoots,
he'll kill both my young son and me."
nourris = nurse
ken = know
staps = stops
bed fit = foot of the bed
grumly = strange