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Middle Earth Bragging Song
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While reading Lord of the Rings, I noticed that every time Frodo met another race, they seemed to be the OLDEST. It started to get funny after a while. So I wrote this as a sorta bragging song of the races of Middle Earth.
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Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingna
Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingnagian Bards.
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Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
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Peak #5
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Marc Gunn
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Marc Gunn
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August 11, 2009
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MP3 6.0 MB • 320 kbps • 2:37
Story behind the song
I wrote this at the end of January 2003. Unfortunately, it was too late to add to our upcoming Tolkien CD, "Memories of Middle Earth", but it makes me smile. Here's why: One of the peculiar things I noticed reading Lord of the Rings was that every time Frodo and company met another race, they seemed to be the OLDEST. It started to get funny after a while. So I wrote this as a sorta bragging song of the races of Middle Earth. Originally I called it "Never Give Up the Mountain", but I wanted a name that was more indicative of what it was about.
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We're the Race of Men, Conquer valleys and glens. We build huge towers in the sky. We're strong and we're bold, Though it be hot or cold We'll fight everyone till we die. Oh, we'll never give up the mountain, As long as hope remains. And you will never see A race as old as we... We're the race of Dwarves In dark caverns we forge And shape the ore that we mine. We're stout with beards, But give us a beer, And we'll drink to the gold that we find. Oh, we'll never give up the mountain As long as there's money to be made. And you will never see, A race as old as we... We're the race of Elves In forests we dwell At one with earth and the sky. We're the race first born And our only concern Is how close to our gardens you lie. Oh, we'll never give up the mountain At least until our time is done. And you will never see, A race as old as we... We're the race of Ents, And we're what was meant When they said there are shepherd's to trees. We've been stuffy and slow Since our women left home And many of us have fallen asleep. But we'll never give up the mountain. Our trees are there to defend. And you will never see A race as old as trees... I am Tom Bombadill. I can never stand still. There's too many Creatures to see. I've many songs to sing And a wife in the stream So whistle a diddle-diddle to call me. Oh, I'll never give up the mountain. Or say I'm the oldest alive. For you'll probably see A hobbit climbing a tree... And it won't even matter diddle [whistle] And it won't even matter diddle [whistle] And it won't even matter diddle [whistle] ... how high!
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