I have a version of The Grey Silkie Of Sule Skerry, as it was sung (long ago) by the McCalmans (Scottish Folk Trio). I still think it's a beautiful song. Enjoy!

THE GREY SILKIE OF SULE SKERRY

An eartly 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 hirn 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.

"Noo 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....

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 6-Jul-02.