Judy Collins - Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry

      Judy Collins - Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry


CAPO: 5th Fret


     
[Intro]
G  F  G  F  G

[Verse 1]
      F                 G
In Norway, there sits a maid
            Am   F      G     C
For you, my baby, she begins
            G    F         G
Little know I my child's father
      Dm      F        G      F   G
Or if land or sea he's livin' in


[Verse 2]
            F               G
Then there arose at her bed-feet
             Am          F           G
And a grumbly guest, I'm sure it was he
C               G F            G
Saying, here am I, thy child's father
Dm      F                  G   F  G
Although that I am not comely


[Verse 3]
       F            G
I am a man upon the land
       Am     F       
I am a selchie in the sea
    C      G        F       G
And when I am in my own country
   Dm     F                 G   F  G
My dwellin' is in Shule Skerry


[Verse 4]
            F                G
And he hath taken a purse of gold
   Am           F       G
He hath put it upon her knee
       C       G F              G
Saying give to me my little wee son
    Dm        F             G     F  G  F
And take thee up thy nurse's fee


[Verse 5]
             G       F                G
And it shall come to pass on a summer day
             F       Am          G     
When the sun shines hot on every stone
     C       G   F              G
That I shall take my little wee son
         Dm       F                   G
And I'll teach him for to swim in the foam


[Verse 6]
             F              G
And you will marry a gunner good
                 F                     G     
And a proud good gunner I'm sure he'll be
    C        G  F             G
And he'll go out on a May morning
            Dm  F                    G
And he will kill both my wee son and me


[Verse 7]
                F              G
And lo, she did marry a gunner good
                 F                      G     
And a proud good gunner I'm sure it was he
        C          Bm        F          G
And the very first shot that ere he did shoot
   Dm         F                    G     F  G  F  G
He killed the son and the great selchie


[Verse 8]
      F                 G
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
      Dm      F               G   Bm  C  F  G
Or if land or sea he's livin' in