Song Of Mor'du

I've hunted for him high and low

I've looked him in the eye

I dream about the perfect way

To make this devil die

Come taste my blade, ya manky bear

For gobbling up my leg

I'll hunt ya then I'll skin ya

Hang your noggin on a peg

Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du

You're ancient as the highlands and as unforgiven too

Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du

Now the time has come for all of us to 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 every clan

His teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts from 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 to 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 your heed with dumpling breed to make an ursine stew

Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du

Now the time has come for all the clans to 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 we'll 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 to fire, of the devil that we slew

Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du

Now the time has come for all the clans to slaughter you

Hooray!