The Games (From "Brave"/Score)
Patrick Doyle
1:54Patrick Doyle, Billy Connolly, Alex Norton, Carey Wilson, Scott Davies, And Gordon Neville
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!