Oh, I get it now. I keep seeing your video appearing near mine but now I see why. Your name is Iona and I have a song called Fair Iona. You have a lovely voice Iona and this is a really nice performance, glad I played it.
Thair wis fower an twanty nobles sat in the king's haa An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim aa Thair wis fower an twanty nobles rade thro Banchory fair An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim thair Thair wis six and six maidens sat in the king's haa Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis the flooer o thaim aa Doun cam Jeannie Gordon she cam trippin doun stairs An she's chosen Glenlogie o aa that wis thair Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye'll prove kind My luve is laid on ye an A've tellt ye my mind Bit he's turnt him roun lichtlie, like the Gordons does aa A thank ye, Jeannie Gordon, bit A'm promist awa She's caad tae her maidens tae mak her a bed Wi ribbons an napkins tae tie up her head Bit out spak her faither an a wey man wis he A'll wad ye tae Dumfendrum, he's mair gowd than he Och, haud yer tongue, faither, for that maunnae be Gin A getnae Glenlogie than for him will A dee Bit her faither's ain chaplain, a man o great skill, He's wrate a braid letter an indytet it weill A pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is so Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her woe? An a pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is time Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her prime? Whan Logie got the letter, he bein amang men It's out spak Glenlogie, whit does young women mean? Whan he lookit on the letter, than a licht lauch gied he Bit ere he read owre it, the tear blint his ee Gae saddle me the black horse, gae saddle me the broun Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie'll be deid ere A win Bit the horses werenae saddled, nor lead on the green Till bonnie Glenlogie wis three mile his lane An sae pale an wan wis she whan Glenlogie he cam in Bit it's reid an rosie grew she whan she kent it wis him Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer side? Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer heid? O na, na, Glenlogie, ye're faur frae the pairt For the pain that A lie under, it lies in my hert Turn roun, Jeannie Gordon, turn roun on yer side An A'll be the bridegroum an ye'll be the bride Nou Jeannie's gotten mairriet an her tocher's doun tauld Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis scarce saxteen year auld O Bethelnie, o Bethelnie, ye shine whaur ye staun An the heather bells aroun ye shine owre Fyvie's laun
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Beautiful song from an amazing artist. Kudos to the guitarist also...solid backing!
Absolutely beautiful, Iona. You have a bright future in traditional music.
Heard Iona on Radio 4 this morning and had to check her out. Beautiful singing and lovely accompaniment from Luc. Top drawer.
Wonderful, thank you!
Congratulations Iona. Thank you for sharing with us your beautiful voice and these beautiful songs.
Bonny tune and lovely singing Iona!
A bright future in any category! Congratulations!
Dae ye hae Bonnie Udny on RUclips (aye I hae it on download but just speirin).
Oh, I get it now. I keep seeing your video appearing near mine but now I see why. Your name is Iona and I have a song called Fair Iona. You have a lovely voice Iona and this is a really nice performance, glad I played it.
Thair wis fower an twanty nobles sat in the king's haa An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim aa Thair wis fower an twanty nobles rade thro Banchory fair An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim thair Thair wis six and six maidens sat in the king's haa Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis the flooer o thaim aa Doun cam Jeannie Gordon she cam trippin doun stairs An she's chosen Glenlogie o aa that wis thair Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye'll prove kind My luve is laid on ye an A've tellt ye my mind Bit he's turnt him roun lichtlie, like the Gordons does aa A thank ye, Jeannie Gordon, bit A'm promist awa She's caad tae her maidens tae mak her a bed Wi ribbons an napkins tae tie up her head Bit out spak her faither an a wey man wis he A'll wad ye tae Dumfendrum, he's mair gowd than he Och, haud yer tongue, faither, for that maunnae be Gin A getnae Glenlogie than for him will A dee Bit her faither's ain chaplain, a man o great skill, He's wrate a braid letter an indytet it weill A pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is so Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her woe? An a pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is time Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her prime? Whan Logie got the letter, he bein amang men It's out spak Glenlogie, whit does young women mean? Whan he lookit on the letter, than a licht lauch gied he Bit ere he read owre it, the tear blint his ee Gae saddle me the black horse, gae saddle me the broun Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie'll be deid ere A win Bit the horses werenae saddled, nor lead on the green Till bonnie Glenlogie wis three mile his lane An sae pale an wan wis she whan Glenlogie he cam in Bit it's reid an rosie grew she whan she kent it wis him Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer side? Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer heid? O na, na, Glenlogie, ye're faur frae the pairt For the pain that A lie under, it lies in my hert Turn roun, Jeannie Gordon, turn roun on yer side An A'll be the bridegroum an ye'll be the bride Nou Jeannie's gotten mairriet an her tocher's doun tauld Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis scarce saxteen year auld O Bethelnie, o Bethelnie, ye shine whaur ye staun An the heather bells aroun ye shine owre Fyvie's laun
Funny my parents are from Fyfe and Iona as well????
Sorry I'm a little confused this is Anachy Gordon, no?
Hello, it’s the tune of Annachie Gordon
Need a tissue.
yes!!
So beautiful!