"...It was when Mary was sixteen that Gramma told her the tale of how women in the past would cry seven tears into the sea and a selkie man would come to her..."
The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry.
AN eartly nourris sits and sing,
And aye she sings, Ba, lily wean!
Little ken I my bairnis father,
Far less the land that he staps in.
Then ane arose at her bed
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