Donald, Where's Your Troosers?
I've just come home from the Isle of Skye,
I'm no' very big and I'm awful shy
The lassies say when I go
by
"Donald, where's your troosers?"
CHORUS:
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I'll go
And all the lassies say "Hello,
Donald where's your troosers?"
A lassie took me tae a ball
It was slippery in the hall
An' I was
scared that I would fall
For I had nae on ma troosers.
CHORUS: Let the wind blow high ...
They'd like to catch me everyone
But let them catch me if they can
You
cannae tak the breeks off a Hielan'man
When he has nae on his troosers.
CHORUS: Let the wind blow high ...