很久以前和Sera聊起这首民谣时,两人在网上遍寻不见.今天搜另一首民谣的词时居然从一枚歌手个站上唾手得来.
　　且美且喜,欣然晒之.这个版本唱得一般,而且这个故事结局太糟糕,太糟糕：这种"我没办法让你幸福你去找更好的人儿吧"的假崇高论调最没劲了.
　　不过这生生灭灭,随天顺命,人和精怪自然和谐的调调,还是让俺颇怀念回国时看那本<凯尔特薄暮>...暑假努力打工去爱尔兰吧.T_T
　　Extra tips: 逮到精怪的姑娘们,不妨趁他们脱皮变成人形时,赶紧把皮藏起来,就跑不了了,嗯嗯.

　　

For he came on night to her bed feet,
And a grumbly guest, I’m sure was he,
Saying “Here am I, thy bairn’s 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 to me my little young son,
And take thee up thy 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 young son,
And teach him how to swim the faem.”

“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.”