TRAGIC END for this legend

A famous musician who helped the Beatles get started has died at the age of 86.

The UK was blown away by Frank Ifield in the 1960s. He died peacefully in his sleep on Saturday, according to a friend.

The artist was born in the UK but grew up in Australia. In 1959, he moved back to England and became famous very quickly.

It was I Remember You, Lovesick Blues, The Wayward Wind, and Confessin’ That I Love You that made him a number one hit in the UK.

Journalist and music historian Ifield’s friend Glenn A. Baker told everyone that he had died.

The star got a guitar as a gift when he was 13. He learned to play it on his own and then began writing songs.

People say he’s always loved yodeling and country music.

To get to the top, Ifield worked hard and put out 44 records in just six years. He was the best-selling recording artist in Australia, New Zealand, and Tasmania.

He told his fans about The Beatles, who opened for him after he moved to the UK.

He also did a show at the Royal Variety Show in 1965 for the late Queen.

Ifield got pneumonia in 1986 and had to have surgery right away to remove part of a lung.

The surgery hurt his vocal cords, which put a stop to his music career for years.

It was written by the star in 2005.

After four years, he was given the Medal of the Order of Australia for his work as an entertainer and service to the arts.

Myra Ifield and her two kids are left behind after he dies.

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