Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Lucy Wan lyrics

Fair Lucy she sits at her father's door Weeping and making moan, And by there come her brother dear, "What ails thee, Lucy Wan?" "Oh I ail and I ail, dear brother," she cries, "And I'll tell you the reason why: For there is a child between my two sides That's from you, dear brother, and I." And he's drawn out his good broadsword That hung low down by his knee, And he has cutted off poor Lucy Wan's head And her fair body in three. And outen then come her thick heart's blood And outen then come the thin, And he is away to his mother's house, "What ails thee, Geordie Wan?" "Oh what is that blood on the point of your sword? My son come tell to me." "Oh that is the blood of my greyhound, He would not run for me." "But your greyhound's blood it was ne'er so red, My son come tell to me." "Oh that is the blood of my grey mare, She would not ride with me." "But your grey mare's blood it was ne'er so clear, My son come tell to me." "Oh that not the blood of my grey mare But 'tis the blood of my sister, Lucy." "Oh what will you do when you father comes to know? Son come tell on to me." "Oh I will set forth in the bottomless boat And I will sail the sea." "And when will you come back again? My son come tell to me." "When the sun and the moon dance on yonder hill And that may never be."