Donald Where's Your Troosers

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

I've just come down from the Isle of Skye

I'm no very big and I'm awfully shy

The lassies say as I go by

Donald where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Now I went to a fancy ball

And it was slippery in the hall

And I was feared that I might fall

For I had'ne on me troosers

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Well I went down to London town

To have a little fun on the underground

The ladies turned their heads around

Saying, "Donald where are your trousers?"

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

I wear me kilt each day and night

It's not a chore it's my delight

And the Hieland lassies would have a fright

If they saw me in me troosers

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Well the lassies love me everyone

So let them catch me if they can

But you canna take the breeks off a Hieland man

For we have'na on oer troosers