Away From My Window

by Iona Fyfe

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1.
I gid up tae Alford for tae get a fee, I fell in wi Jimmy Broon, wi him I did agree Come a hi come a doo, hi come a day, Hi come a diddle come a dandy o I fell in wi Jimmy Broon in the year o ninety-one, Tae gang hame an caw his second pair an be his orraman Fin I gid hame tae Guise o Tough ‚twas on an evening clear, And in aboot the orra hoose the ga er did appear I‘m the maister o the place, an that‘s the mistress there, Ye‘ll get plenty cheese an plenty breid an plenty mair tae spare Well I sat an ate the cheese an breid till they did roon me stare, An then I thocht that it wis time tae gang an see my pair Fin I gid tae the stable my pairie for tae view, Oh fegs, they were a dandy pair a chestnut and a blue On the followin mornin I gid tae the ploo, But lang, lang ower lowsin time my pairie gart me rue The ploo she wisna workin weel she widna throw the fur, The ga er says a better yin at the smiddy tae gang for Fin I got hame the new ploo she pleased me unco weel, I thought she wid be better gin she had a cuttin wheel I wrocht awa a month or twa wi unco little clatter, Till I played up some nasty tricks and broke a tattie chapper The gaffer he got word o this and orders did lay doon, If I did the like again he‘d pit me frae the toun We hae a gallant baillie, aye Wallace is his name, He can fair redd up the kye fin he taks doon a kame We hae a little baillie, aye Jamieson‘s his name, He‘s gane ower tae Alford far he‘s raised an awfa fame. He‘s gane doun tae Charlie Watt‘s for tae hae a dram, Lang, lang e‘er I gaed doon the laddie couldna stan We hae a gallant kitchie lass, aye Simpson is her name, For tae tell her pedigree I really wid think shame She dresses up on Sunday wi her heid up a the level, Teeth are o the ivory that wid scare the very devil Noo ma sang is ended, I won‘t sing any more, If ony be o ended ye can walk outside the door
2.
Glenlogie 05:34
There were nine and nine nobles Rode roon Banchory fair, And bonnie Glenlogie, Wis the pride o’ them there; There were sax and sax maidens Dined in the King‘s ha, Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie Wis the ooer o them aa Doun cam Jeannie Meldrum, She cam trippin dounstair, And she‘s chosen Glenlogie Among aa that were there; She called on his fitboy, Who walked by his side, Spierin, “Fa is that young man, An’ far dis he bide?“ “He‘s titled Glenlogie Fan he is at hame, He‘s o‘ the noble Gordon‘s, Lord John is his name” “Glenlogie, Glenlogie, Prove constant and kind, My love is laid on ye, An’ yer aye on my mind” He’s turned aboot lichtly, As the Gordon‘s dee aa, Sayin’ “Thank you, Jeanie Meldrum, Bit I‘m promised awa.” She called on her handmaids Tae mak her a bed, Wi ribbons aye an napkins To tie up her head “Lay me doun gently Wi ma face tae the wa, Tak the rings fae ma ngers, My jewels an aa” Noo up spak her faither, An a wae man wis he, “I‘ll wed ye tae Dumfendrum, He‘s mair gowd than he” “Oh na, na dear faither, Oh that winna dee, If I canna get Glenlogie, Then for him I will dee” Her faither‘s ain chaplain, A man o great skill, He’s wrote a braid letter, An indited it weel “Glenlogie, Glenlogie, Oh must it be so, She’s lain her love on ye, Must she die in her woe?“ Fin Glenlogie got the letter, Well a licht lauch gart he Bit fan he read the letter, Well a tear blinned his ee Saddle the black horse, Saddle the broun Bonnie Jean o Bethelnie Will be dead e‘er I win Fin he got tae Bethelnie, There wis nithin there, But weepin aye an wailin, Vexation an care Oh pale and wan was she When Glenlogie cam in, But reid and rosy grew she Fin she kent it wis him “Turn roun Jeannie Meldrum, Turn tae your richt side, I‘ll be the bridegroom, If ye‘ll be the bride” Noo Jeannie‘s got mairrit An her tocher doun tauld, Bonnie Jean o Bethelnie Wis saxteen year auld Bethelnie, Bethelnie, Ye shine whar ye stan, And the heather bells aa roun ye Shine on Fyvie‘s land
3.
One day as I went walking and doon as I did pass, By the banks o Inverurie I spied a bonnie lass; Her hair hung o’er her shoulders broad, an’ her eyes like diamonds shine, On the banks of Inverurie and oh gin she were mine I did embrace that fair maid wi a’ the haste I could, For her hair hung o‘er her shoulders broad all in its threads of gold; Her hair hung o‘er her shoulders broad, an’ her eyes like diamonds shine, On the banks of Inverurie and oh gin she were mine Well she said, “My man give over, do not delude me so, For aifter kissin’ wooing comes an’ aifter wooing woe; My tender hairt ye will ensnare an’ I beguiled will be, On the banks of Inverurie I‘ll walk alone,” said she She says, “My man, give over your company refrain, For I know you are of gentle blood, but of a graceless clan; I know your occupation, lad, and good it cannot be, On the banks of Inverurie I‘ll walk alone,“ says she Well he said, “My pretty fair maid, the truth I‘ll ne‘er deny, On the banks o Inverurie fair maids beguiled have I; I used to flatter fair maids but now I’ll faithful be. On the banks of Inverurie, if you would marry me“ He’s pit a horn tae his lips an’ he blew loud and shrill, Till four and twenty armed men came tae their master‘s call, “I used to flatter fair maids but now I‘ll faithful be,“ “On the banks of Inverurie if you would marry me, On the banks of Inverurie, I’ll walk alone” said she
4.
There bade a lord in the North Country Hey o, my bonnie o He had twa dochters, ane fair ane mean And the swan swims sae bonnie o A young man cam a wooin’ them Hey o, my bonnie o An’ he made the choice o‘ the youngest fair And the swan swims sae bonnie o The sisters went to see the boats cam in Hey o, my bonnie o And they walked till they cam tae the waters brim And the swan swims sae bonnie o The eldest sister pushed the youngest in Hey o, my bonnie o For she kent her sister she couldna swim And the swan aye swims bonnie o Sister sister lend tae me yer glove Hey o, my bonnie o And ye shall hae my ain true love And the swan swims sae bonnie o I’ll ne’er lend you neither haun nor glove Hey o, my bonnie o But I will hae yer ain true love And the swan swims sae bonnie o Sometime she sank sometime she swam Hey o, my bonnie o Till she cam tae rest in the millers dam And the swan swims sae bonnie o The miller drew her body to the shore Hey o, my bonnie o And there he stripped her of all she wore And the swan swims sae bonnie o He made a harp oot o’ her breist bane Hey o, my bonnie o The soond could o’ melted a hairt o’ stane And the swan aye swims bonnie o He cut locks oot o’ her yalla hair Hey o, my bonnie o An wi them he strung the harp sae rare And the swan swims sae bonnie o He’s taen the harp tae the lords high haa Hey o, my bonnie o An’ there was the faimily assembled all And the swan swims sae bonnie o It wis the eldest sister’s waddin’ day Hey o, my bonnie o But the only tune that the harp would play Was the swan swims sae bonnie oh There dis sit my faither the king Hey o, my bonnie o And there dis sit my mither the queen And the swan swims sae bonnie o There dis sit my false sister, Anne Hey o, my bonnie o Fa’s droont me all in sake o‘ a man And the swan swims sae bonnie o The miller wis hung upon the gallows high Hey o, my bonnie o And the sister wis burnt at the steak nearby And the swan aye swims bonnie o
5.
Go away from my window, do not venture in Go away from my window, do not enter in I will tell my dear brother, of my terrible sin Go away from my window, do not enter in Go away from my window, take your form from my door For my heart, it is sad and my spirit is poor I will tell my old father, it will soon break his heart Of my terrible sin, of what you took apart Go away from my window, you have caused me much strife For my heart, it is so low that I might end my life I will tell my old mother, for she will understand But I may well go to another strange land Go away from my window, do not bother me For my sister, she told me of things that would be She said when I met you, that day I would rue For no good could ever come from a man such as you Go away from my window, do not venture in Go away from my window, do not venture in
6.
Bonny Udny 07:05
Oh Udny, bonny Udny, ye shine waur ye stand The mair I look on you, the mair my heart warms, If I were in Udny, I’d think I’s at hame For there I get sweethairts, for here I get nane It’s nae the lang road love, that I hae tae gang Nor is it the lang miles that maks me think lang But the one thing that grieves me and maks my hairt sad Is the leavin’ o’ you Udny and yon bonny lass Well, the lads aboot udny, they’re aa rovin’ blades They tak great delight in the coortin’ o maids They kiss them and clap them and spend money free Of a‘ the airts in Scotland, bonny Udny’s for me I once loved a fair maid, she said she loved me An’ oor parents were willing that wedded we’d be But for all of her promises, she has forgot me, And since she’s got another, let her go where will she ‘Twas on a certain Sunday that me and my love met Which caused me on Monday tae sigh, sore and weep But ti spoil my eyes weeping, such a fool I would be And since she’s got another let her go where will she I will build my love a castle on yon piece of ground, Where lord, duke nor nobleman can ne’er pull it down And if anyone should ask of you “Oh what is your name”, You can say it is Mary and from Udny ye came You pull the red rose, and I’ll pull the thyme You drink tae your love and I’ll drink tae mine For my mind will not alter or gang to and fro But I’ll aye prove kind-hairtit tae the girl that I loe Let us drink and be merry, let us drink and gang hame For if we stay langer, we’ll get a bad name We’ll get a bad name and we’ll drink ourselves foo And the long walks o’ Udny are aye tae gan
7.
When these shoes were new it was “how do you do” It was whisky and telling our tales And when my shirt was clean I was there to be seen I had clear eyes and my smile never failed Chorus All of my brothers I met on the way They were drinking by night They were drinking by day Ah restore to my eyes What was clear and was bright Honey take me out drinking tonight Honey take me out drinking tonight Bluebells and matches and stains on the table, Ah the sweet smell of the luscious woodbine “Ah Mr McEwan you will be my ruin” I say but I don’t really mind I’m still smiling through, though there’s stains on my shoes The right is heavy and the left it is light If its left up to you then I know what you’d you Honey take me out drinking tonight Honey take me out drinking tonight
8.
The wind will still blow, the world is still turning, Somewhere exotic the sun is still burning But here the night‘s falling, and so must we rest, Your head by my heart gently pressed to my breast The whispering ocean with tall tales to tell Is done for the day as he settles his swell Goodnight, goodnight, oh my children, goodnight Sleep deeply, sleep safely, my children sleep tight The flickering stars so impossibly high Are yawning and waving from far in the sky And old mother moon with her pale peaceful light, Keeps watch from above as she sings us goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, oh my children, goodnight Sleep deeply, sleep safely, my children sleep tight“
9.
By the river, the children are playing The sun and its heat growing strong But around them the bullets are raging And we don’t speak of who they come from On the banks of the Tigris, we don’t speak of who they come from In the West Bank town of Qayyarah, It’s river it now runs with red The young men are ghting their battles And the children they walk among dead On the banks of the Tigris, their children they walk among dead Their fathers, their brothers, their husbands, Their sons and their lovers they mourn Their faces and names unascertained And we don’t know of where they belong On the banks of the Tigris, we don’t know of where they belong Mosul, she now lies in ruins, Her people have all gone and fled, Our headlines are written in anger, And we judge only what we have read On the banks of the Tigris, we judge only what we have read The survivors they still have their tongues tied And they won’t talk of what they have seen The enemy lines always changing In this battleground, no hands are clean On the banks of the Tigris, in this battleground, no hands are clean The powers declared liberation, But what are the people freed from? Not the bullets, the fighting, the bloodshed, Of a battle that’s hardly begun On the banks of the Tigris, the battle has hardly begun By the river the children are playing, War silently floats by their eyes, Oh what will become of our children, As destruction, it lurks in the skies On the banks of the Tigris, destruction it lurks in the skies
10.
Pit Gair 05:17
Charlie, O Charlie, come owre frae Pitgair, An’ I’ll gie ye out a‘ my orders, For am gaun awa‘ tae yon high hielan‘ hills, A while ti leave the bonny Buchan borders O Charlie, O Charlie, tak‘ notice what I say, And pit every man to his station, For I‘m gaun awa to yon high hielan‘ hills, For ti view the parts o‘ the nation Tae the lowsin‘ ye‘ll pit Shaw, ye‘ll pit Sandieson to ca‘, Ti the colin ye‘ll pit aul Andra Kindness, And aul Colliehill, he‘ll feed the mill Aye an see that he dee‘t wi‘ great neness Ye‘ll pit Eppie tae the mill aye and Janet tae the cole, The ither twa men for tae carry, And as for George and Jeck ye‘ll pit them tae the rake Aye and see that they do not tarry Tae the gaitherin‘ o‘ the hay, ye‘ll pit little Isa Gray, Wi‘ her ye‘ll pit her cousin o Peggy And it‘s in below the bands it’s there ye‘ll pit your hands Aye and see that they dae it richt tidy It‘s you Willy Burr ye‘ll carry on the stir, Ye‘ll keep a‘ my merry maids a-hoein‘ And ye‘ll tak‘ care o‘ Jeck, or he‘ll play you a trick And will set a’ my merry maids a-mowin‘ And it‘s you Annie Scott ye‘ll pit on the muckle pot, And mak‘ unto them porridge o’ plenty For yon hungry brosiers that‘s comin‘ frae Pitgair They live baith bare and scantly Ye‘ll tak‘ little Annie Mack fae the colin‘ o‘ the quack Tae help ye the dinner for tae carry And at the hour o‘ one ye’ll mak‘ then a‘ tae staun‘ At the mull for a moment tae tarry O Charlie, O Charlie, foo early ye’ll rise Tae see a‘ my merry men yokin‘ And you Missy Pope ye‘ll sit in the parlour neuk And will keep all my merry men frae smokin‘

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"Away From My Window" is a concept album, inspired by the source and revivalist singers of Aberdeenshire. Featuring archive clips of singers such as Stanley Robertson and Lizzie Higgins, Iona aims to showcase revivalism in folksong by creating a programme of modern interpretations of old ballads and self-penned songs in a traditional style. Whilst drawing on the work of Scottish songwriters such as Michael Marra and Aidan Moffat (Arab Strap), Iona aims to showcase the universalism of folksong in an inter-genre manner.

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released March 24, 2018

Iona Fyfe - vocals, harmonium (2,3)
Charlie Grey - fiddle (3,4,5,6,7,8)
Jani Lang - fiddle (1,10)
Ross Miller - whistle (4) border pipes (4,6,10)
Graham Rorie - mandolin (1,2,7,8,10)
Tim Edey - melodeon (1,5,10) nylon guitar (1,2,5,) steel guitar (7)
Luc McNally - guitar (1,2,3,5,7,10)
Aidan Moodie - guitar (4,6), harmony vocals (7)
Simon Gall - piano (3,4,5,6,7,8) harmony vocals (7)
Charlie Stewart - double bass (1,4,5,6,10)
Callum Cronin - double bass (2,3,5,7,8)
Cameron Nixon – backing vocals (1,4,7,8,10)
David Foley - bodhran (1,4,6)
Laura Wilkie – violin (2,5)
Alice Allen – cello (2,5)

All tracks arranged by the musicians.
All songs, with the exception of And So Must We Rest and Take Me Out Drinking Tonight sourced and vocally arranged by Iona Fyfe.
String arrangements by Luc McNally (2,5)
Banks of The Tigris (9) arrangement and programming by Jani Lang
Recorded at Gran’s House Studio
Produced, engineered and mixed by Jani Lang
Mastered by Chris Waite at Gran’s House Studio
Layout and booklet photography by Louise Bichan
Photography by Martin Venherm
Archive samples provided and granted permission for use by Elphinstone Institute, University of Aberdeen and Springthyme Records.

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Iona Fyfe Scotland, UK

Aberdeenshire folksinger, Iona Fyfe, has become one of Scotland’s finest young folk singers, rooted deeply in the singing traditions of the North East of Scotland.The youngest ever winner of Scots Singer of the Year at the MG ALBA Scots Trad Music Awards 2018, Iona has been described as “one of the best Scotland has to offer.” (Global-Music.de)

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