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 gobblin' 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 unforgivin' 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 'til 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 yur 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!