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

Song of Mor'Du

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!