Frankie Archer - Lucy Wan

Frankie Archer's chilling take on the traditional folk ballad Lucy Wan Lucy Wan, also called Lizzie Wan, is a traditional murder ballad that appears in Scottish and English folk song collections as early as 1776. The ballad describes Lucy crying as she finds out she's pregnant with her brother's child. In traditional versions of the song this leads to Lucy's brother murdering her and getting away with it. Frankie Archer re-works this to give Lucy power and a voice, with a haunting soundscape and piercing words. ______________________________________ Editied by Peppe Coniglio @exportframe3403 ______________________________________ Frankie is a folk fiddler and singer who creates explores traditional music by fusing electronic and traditional sounds using sampler, fiddle and voice. ______________________________________ See what else I have going on ➽ https://linktr.ee/frankiearcher Follow me: Instagram ➽   / frankiearchermusic   Facebook ➽   / frankiearchermusic   Bandcamp ➽ https://frankiearcher.bandcamp.com/ ______________________________________ "Chilling... Frankie Archer gets deep, deep inside this song which is what all great singers do" Mike Harding "Direct and raw, resplendent" Jon Wilks, Tradfolk ‪@tradfolk1792‬ ______________________________________ Lucy she sits in her father's door Weeping and making moan By in comes her brother dear What ails thee Lucy Wan I ail I ail dear brother she cries I'll tell you the reason why There is a child between my sides Between you dear brother and I Hast thou told our mother of this And hast thou told of me It's your fine form I cannot resist I must spoil your pretty body Lucy she saw him draw the knife That's hung down by his knee And he he has took fair Lucy's life And left her there to bleed He has run down to the dock To board some ship to flee His face all white and ill with shock When he his mother did see What is the blood that stains your knife That runs so fresh and raw That is the blood of my good greyhound For she would run no more The greyhound's blood is never so red Son come tell to me Then it is the blood of my good grey mare She would not ride for me Oh the grey mare's blood is never so red Son you lie to me It is not the blood of my good grey mare But the blood of our Lucy By night he laid down his head Upon the cold dark sea A spirit drew up by his bed Vengeance for to seek Lucy she appeared so fine Her body cut in three Brother I will haunt thy mind For what you did to me By he is possessed with shame He ails with guilt and dread He's pushed the knife in his own heart And now he's laid there dead