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Broom Bezzums is a folk duo with a fast-growing following of dedicated fans. They delight in a whirlwind of strong musical performances and engaging, cheeky off-the-cuff patter.
With a repertoire of critically-acclaimed original compositions, northern English folksongs and instrumentals, Broom Bezzums offer emotive ‘fiddle-singing’, ballsy guitar, lyrical mandolin and fiddle. Andrew even pumps up his pipes from time to time. They round it all off with robust, soulful vocals.
Lucy Wan
by Broom Bezzums
| Song Details | |
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| Duration | 3:48 |
| Music Type | Vocals |
| Speed | Medium (63-130) |
| Genres | Acoustic, Celtic, Folk |
| Mood | Sentimental |
| Key Instruments | Guitar - Acoustic, Violin |
| Lyrics | |
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| Fair Lucy she sat at her fathers door Weeping & making moan Along comes her brother dear What ails thee Lucy Wan Oh I ail and I ail dear brother she cried And I'll tell you the reason why For there is a child between my two sides that’s of you, dear brother, and I And he has drawn out his good broad sword That hangs low down by his knee And he has cut of poor Lucy's head And her fair body in three And outen then come her thick hearts blood And outen then come the thin And he is away to his mother's house What ails thee Geordie Wan? 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 with 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, he 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’s not the blood of my grey mare It’s the blood of my sister, Lucy What will you do when you father comes to know My son come tell to me Oh I will set sail in a bottomless boat An I shall 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 |
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