Song of Mor'Du - Patrick Doyle, Billy Connolly, Alex Norton

I’ve hunted for him high 'n' low;

I’ve looked him in the eye

I dream about the perfect way, tae make this devil die

Come taste ma blade ya manky bear for gobblin' up ma leg!

I’ll hunt ye then I’ll skin ye, hang your noggin on a peg!

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

You’re ancient as the highlands and as unforgivin' too

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!

He’s bigger than a Cuillin, killin' armies with his paws

Mor’du is never happy till the blood runs from his jaws

He murders in the mountains and he fights with ev’ry clan

His teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts fae many a highland man

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

He’s stolen lads and lassies and wee 'bonnie babies too'!

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!

Through glen and bog and peat and fog we’ll find your furry lair

And then we’ll lance you, make you dance- you bear that are nae mair

We’ll roast your rump, add haggis and neeps, and fry your blue blood black

We’ll mix a slice of thigh with spice and grill you on the rack

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

We’ll bile yur heed wae dumplin' breed tae make an ursine stew

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you!

We’ll make his hide 'a cozy chair', his head upon the wall

We’ll splash a dram of whiskey on his snout at every ball

Tales will tell from glen to glen of how we slayed the beast

And all will toast brave highland men at every royal feast

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

The legend spreads from fire tae fire, of the devil that we slew

Mor’du, Mor’du

Mor’du, Mor’du!

Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you!