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"Impatience is the mother of misery."
>> "dontbother" <dontbother@mushmail.mom> wrote
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>I saw a movie about that last year, only the silkie was a woman. I
>didn't know they came in both varieties.
Selkie-folk are either male or female. Ask any Orkney Islander.
The Great Selkie o' Sule Skerry was male. In the ballad, written down
(but not written by) Dr Otto Andersson, the selkie sings: "I am a man
upon the land; I am a selchie on the sea, and when I'm far frae ev'ry
strand, my dwelling is in Sule Skerry." Joan Baez sings a beautiful
version of this. At least I think so.
You may be thinking of the movie _The Secret of Roan Inish_, in which
the selkie was female.

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dontbother - 24 Nov 2006 08:29 GMT
> dontbother <dontbother@mushmail.mom> wrote:
>>> "dontbother" <dontbother@mushmail.mom> wrote
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> Selkie-folk are either male or female. Ask any Orkney Islander.
Next time I'm on Orkney Island, I will.
> The Great Selkie o' Sule Skerry was male. In the ballad,
> written down (but not written by) Dr Otto Andersson, the selkie
> sings: "I am a man upon the land; I am a selchie on the sea,
> and when I'm far frae ev'ry strand, my dwelling is in Sule
> Skerry." Joan Baez sings a beautiful version of this. At
> least I think so.
Could be, but I don't remember that particular ballad.
> You may be thinking of the movie _The Secret of Roan Inish_, in
> which the selkie was female.
I don't remember the name.

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"Impatience is the mother of misery."
John Dean - 24 Nov 2006 13:01 GMT
>>> "dontbother" <dontbother@mushmail.mom> wrote
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> You may be thinking of the movie _The Secret of Roan Inish_, in which
> the selkie was female.
An earthly nouriss sits and sings,
And aye, she sings by lily wean,
And little ken I my bairnis father,
Far less the land where he dwells in.
For he came one night to her bed feet,
And a grumly guest, I'm sure was he,
Saying "Here am I, thy bairnis father,
Although I be not comely.
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 Skerrie."
And he had ta'en a purse of gold,
And he had placed it upon her knee,
Saying: "Give it to my little young son,
And take thee up they nurse's fee."
"And it shall come to pass on a summer's day,
When the sun shines bright on every stane,
I'll come and fetch my little son,
and teach him how to swim the foam."
"And ye shall marry a gunner good,
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And the very first shot that e'er he shoots,
Will kill both my young son and me."
I'm sure we've all had our share of grumly guests but, hopefully, none
smelling of fish.

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