Away From My Window

by Iona Fyfe

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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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Track Name: Guise of Tough
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
Track Name: Glenlogie
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
Track Name: Banks of Inverurie
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
Track Name: The Swan Swims
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
Track Name: Away From My Window
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
Track Name: Bonny Udny
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
Track Name: Take Me Out Drinking
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
Track Name: And So Must We Rest
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“
Track Name: Banks of The Tigris
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
Track Name: Pit Gair
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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