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.
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Editied by Peppe Coniglio @exportframe3403
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Frankie is a folk fiddler and singer who creates explores traditional music by fusing electronic and traditional sounds using sampler, fiddle and voice.
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"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
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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

[@tweedlecochon8144]

This is absolutely stunning. Well done canny lass. Wishing you a multitude of future successes. I'm sure there will be many. You are a unique and very special talent.

[@frankiearchermusic]

Thanks so much!

[@nanoanfossi5961]

wow amazing voices, delicious orchestration too, cheers!

[@frankiearchermusic]

Thanks for listening