O! What Are You Doing (Down In The Valley) - Rivendell Elves' Song - Irish Folk Style

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Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, not if you care for such things! This is my Irish/Folk take on the song sung by the elves of Rivendell in The Hobbit. This song includes the original verses sung as the company enters Rivendell, as well as a slightly altered version of the reprise, "The Dragon Is Withered," from the end of the book. I tried to create a song that seemed playful and fun, as described in the books, while still retaining a bit of the essence of the Rankin Bass song.

The video was made using clips from the 1977 Rankin Bass film, "The Hobbit." The song was created in Suno, and then re-edited and re-structured, with additional vocals recorded by me.

Thanks for listening!

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*Lyrics:*

Oh tra-la-la lally!

Here down in the Valley!
(Ha! Ha!)

Oh What are you doing?
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing,
The river is flowing!

Oh tra-la-la lally!
Here down in the Valley!
(Ha! Ha!)

Oh What are you seeking?
And where are you making?
The fires are reeking,
The bannocks are baking!

Oh tril-lil-lil lolly
The Valley is jolly! (ha! ha!)

Oh Where are you going,
With beards all a-waggin?

No knowing, no knowing,
What brings Mister Baggins,

And Balin and Dwalin,
Down into the Valley in June.
(ha! ha!)

Oh Will you be staying,
Or will you be flying?
Your ponies are straying!
The daylight is dying!
To fly would be folly,
To stay would be jolly!

And listen and hark
Till the end of the dark
To our tune!
(ha! ha!)

Oh Where are you going,
So late in returning?
The river is flowing,
The stars are all burning!

Oh Whither so laden,
So sad and so dreary?
Here elf and elf-maiden
Now welcome the weary!

With Tra-la-la lally!
Come back to the Valley!
(Ha! Ha!)

Here grass is still growing,
And leaves are yet swinging,
The white water flowing,
And elves are yet singing!

The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure!

With Tra-la-la lally!
Come back to the Valley!
(Ha! Ha!)

The dragon is withered,
His bones are now crumbled.
His armour is shivered,
His splendour is humbled!

The fire is more shining
On hearth in the gloaming
Than gold won by mining,
So why go a-roaming?

Come! Tra la la lally!
Come back to the Valley!

Oh Tra la la lally!

Down in the Valley! Ha!

Come! Tra la la lally!
Come back to the Valley!

Oh Tra la la lally!
Down in the Valley!
(Ha! Ha!)

Ohhhhhh!

Tra La La Lally!!!

Ha! Ha!