Lyrics Song of Mor'Du - Patrick Doyle , Gordon Neville , Billy Connolly
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
'til
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!
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