Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry by Judy Collins
Key: GG | Capo: 5fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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In Norway, there sits a maid
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For you, my baby, she begins
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Little know I my child's father
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Or if land or sea he's livin' in
Verse 2
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Then there arose at her bed-feet
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And a grumbly guest, I'm sure it was he
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Saying, here am I, thy child's father
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Although that I am not comely
Verse 3
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I am a man upon the land
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I am a selchie in the sea
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And when I am in my own country
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My dwellin' is in Shule Skerry
Verse 4
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And he hath taken a purse of gold
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He hath put it upon her knee
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Saying give to me my little wee son
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And take thee up thy nurse's fee
Verse 5]
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And it shall come to pass on a summer day
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When the sun shines hot on every stone
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That I shall take my little wee son
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And I'll teach him for to swim in the foam
Verse 6]
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And you will marry a gunner good
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And a proud good gunner I'm sure he'll be
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And he'll go out on a May morning
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And he will kill both my wee son and me
Verse 7]
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And lo, she did marry a gunner good
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And a proud good gunner I'm sure it was he
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And the very first shot that ere he did shoot
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He killed the son and the great selchie
Verse 8]
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In Norway, there sits a maid
    C       F Am        G     C
For you, my baby, she begins
            G    F         G
Little know I my child's father
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Or if land or sea he's livin' in