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I am Marc Gunn. I play Sci F'Irish music. I want to take you on an adventure. I'll share the stories behind my songs as we explore pop culture media through the lens of Irish & Celtic music. You will have fun and sing along, and maybe get a far too real glimpse of yourself.

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Season Middle Earth with Larks in the Morning and a Song for Her #16

Oct 5, 2006

Season 2 of the Pub Songs Podcast has now begun and I'm back with lots of new projects.

Songs:

  • "Middle Earth Bragging Song" by Marc Gunn from Soul of a Harper
  • "Song for Her" by Melanie Gruben
  • "The Old Copperplate/The Connachtman's Rambles/The Lark on the Strand" by Cormorant's Fancy from An Evening at the Fairfield Inn

Notes:

The Middle Earth Bragging Song
words and music by Marc Gunn

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 shepherds 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!

Lyrics to The Middle Earth Bragging Song found here.