Julie Fowlis - Òran an Ròin / The Song of the Seal
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Hò i hì o hò i ì
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
I was not alone last night.
Pity to be in this place
where people are eaten as food
See the chief of the people
Boiling hard on a fire.
I am the daughter of Aoidh son of Ewen
I was knowledgeable about the reefs
Pity the person who would hit me
I am a noble woman from another land.
The thrush comes, the starling comes
Every bird returns to its nest
The salmon comes from the sea
Until Doom’s Day I will not be moved.
A traditional Gaelic song from the voice of the seal people or selkies — creatures who were said to shed their seal skin and take on the human form at certain times of the year. Thought to move between the parallel worlds of sea and land, but never truly belonging to either, selkies could change to human form at certain times and come ashore. They sometimes took human lovers while human, but usually returned to the sea. Woe be unto they who harm them or their kin.