We have a long tradition of filking in the Society, and here I’ve included some compositions more recent than the last revision of the songbook.
(Tune: On My Own from Les Misérables)
Martha Buckley, Hebe Stanton and Amrit Sidhu-Brar
The mountain is a-burning;
Our gold has all been stolen;
Our world can’t go on turning,
For there can be no happiness without our hoarded gold.
that dragon took our happiness
That Smaug, he is a bastard.
We survived with our families,
But if he’d tak’n our children then at least we’d have our gold!
we will return to kill him
He has destroyed our haircuts.
We’ll kill him,
And throw him from our mountain,
that oath that Fëanor swore will be nothing next to ours!
he’s taken all our gold!
The Leaving of Valinor Rag
(Tune: The Vatican Rag by Tom Lehrer)
Owen Cotton-Barratt and others
Morgoth smashed our lamps with ease
So we got some magic trees
Their wond’rous light we must instil
In Silmaril, Silmaril, Silmaril.
But then came Ungoliant
She sucked their nectar – down it went!
Things they then got really bad: Fëanor he lost his dad
The leavin’ of Valinor Rag!
Be friend or foe or seed defiled
Of Morgoth Bauglir, mortal child
In after days on earth shall dwell
No law nor love nor league of hell
Not might of gods, not moveless fate
Shall him defend from wrath or hate
Time to slay the Teleri
Valinor will not be missed
We seven sons are mighty pissed
We seek with implacable will
Our Silmaril, Silmaril, Silmaril
The boats are burned to tindersticks
The seven sons now number six
Melian the Maia – let’s go and say hiya
We’re the sons of Fëanor–
Accompaniment by Maglor
Was he a felon or
simply just tellin’ your
Leavin’ of Valinor Rag!
Gold, glorious gold
(Tune: Food, glorious food from Oliver!)
Hebe Stanton and Amrit Sidhu-Brar
Gold, glorious gold
Gold, glorious gold,
there’s nothing quite like it.
Gold, glorious, gold,
you can even take it to market
And if it gets stolen then
you can just mine more,
Song of the Dwarves of Moria
(Tune: Do you hear the people sing? from Les Misérables)
(CHORUS:) Do you hear the dwarf-smiths sing?
Singing the songs they learned of old.
This is the music of a people
Who are quite obsessed with GOLD.
When the beating of our hearts
Echoes the beating of the drums
Then we know we’re about to die when the Balrog comes…
Will you join our mining party
Will you help us in our need?
There’s a tonne of Mithril ore down there just waiting to be freed!
We’ll mine and we’ll dig and we’ll die for insatiable greeeeeeeeed!
The Moria Song
(Tune: Ding! Dong! Merrily on high)
Various Society members at the 2009 Moria banquet
Drum-drum-drumming in the deep,
the Orcs are getting nearer.
Drum-drum-drumming in the deep
the Cave Troll’s getting clearer
Balrogs ate our children!
(Tune: One Day More from Les Misérables)
Hebe Stanton, Phil Bone and Amrit Sidhu-Brar
To claim the kingship is his destiny.
He shall restore the ancient monarchy;
Isildur’s Heir shall soon return,
the Steward’s pyre, it then shall burn
ARAGORN: I must be King, Lord Elrond says.
For Arwen’s hand to be permitted
ARAGORN & ARWEN: As Beren and his Lúthien,
Our mixed-race love shall be committed
ÉOWYN: One more day all by my self
ARAGORN & ARWEN: A mortal fate we now shall share
ÉOWYN: One more day in Arwen’s shadow
ARAGORN & ARWEN: I was born to be with you.
ÉOWYN: How I hate that stupid elf
ARAGORN & ARWEN The Kingdom shall be made anew
ÉOWYN: She stole Aragorn from me!
DENETHOR: You’re not as good as Boromir
FARAMIR: I will ride out for you, my father
BOROMIR: Dad, be nice to Faramir…
FARAMIR: Our white city shall not fall
PIPPIN: Then we’ll celebrate with beer!
FARAMIR: Will my father then love me?
ALL: The time is now, the day is here:
WITCH-KING: Sauron’s victory is assurèd
For no man can murder me,
The white city chall be razèd
Gondor’s remnants then shall flee!
GOLLUM: Watch ‘em run to her,
Rummage through the bones,
We’ll take the Precious, it will be for us alone.
One of them is fat,
The other is a Baggins , SMEAGOL: but he can’t help that!
ALL: One day to a new beginning
[Non-linear bit with lots of simultaneous voices that can’t be adequately expressed here]
GANDALF: Tomorrow we must win the day
Tomorrow we must find a way
ALL: Tomorrow we’ll discover if the monarchy can be restored,