Standard (EADGBE)
I just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
The lassies shout as I go by,
"Donald, Where's Your Troosers?"
Chorus
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
A Lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was feared that I wid fall
'Cause I had nae on ma troosers
Chorus
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where are your trousers?"
Chorus
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It is not wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in my troosers.
Chorus
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
The lassies love me every one
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man,
'Cause he does nae wear his troosers?"
Chorus
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
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