and another


Ye rugged barbecuers,
Oh come and hae yer fill.
They hae taen the Eel of Moray
And layed him on the grill.
He was a big fishy
And of eels was the king
It's the bonnie Eel of Moray
Whose praises we do sing.

Long will the hungry
Through the thick smoke look down
Ere they see the Eel of Moray
Is turning nice and brown.

Oh woe betide ye, Huntly.
You can only blame yersel
For I bid ye use the butter
And the oil to baste him well.
He was a braw fishy
And he weighed 'most 14 pound.
Now the Eel of Moray
Is turning black and brown.