Brian Peters - Lucy lyrics

Fair Lucy was sitting in her father's hall A-weeping all alone When who should come by but her own sister dear— "What makes fair Lucy mourn? What makes fair Lucy mourn?" "I've reason enough to weep," she said "I've reason enough to mourn For there is a baby between my two sides I wish it should never be born I wish it should never be born." "O'er field, o'er field, dear sister," she cried "Oe'r field I will have to roam For this little baby between my two sides It is our brother's own It is our brother's own." Now her brother was sitting in the very next room And he heard what she did say And he has gone to fair Lucy's bower In the evening of the day In the evening of the day He's taken her by the lily-white hand And led her to a wood And what he did do there, I never can declare But he shed poor Lucy's blood He shed poor Lucy's blood "Now, what's that blood upon your shirt? Son John, come tell to me." "Oh, that is the blood of my greyhound He would not run for me He would not run for me." "Your greyhound's blood was ne'er so red Son John, come tell to me Oh, that's your sister Lucy's blood As I can plainly see As I can plainly see." "And what will you do when your father comes to know? Son John, come tell to me." "Oh, I will take his best riding horse And ride as far as I can see And ride as far as I can see." "And when will you return home again? Son John, come tell to me." "When the sun it sets in yonder shady bower And that will never, never be And that will never, never be."