I've just come down
from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and
I'm awful shy
The lasses shout as
I go by:
"Donald, where's your
troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
A lassie took me to a ball
And it was
slippery in the hall
And I was afraid
that I would fall
'cos I had nae
on me' troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
I went down
to London town
And I had some fun
on the Underground
The ladies turned their
heads around, saying:
"Donald, where are your
troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
To wear the kilt
is my delight
It's not wrong,
I know it's right
The highlanders would
get a fright if they
saw me in my troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
The lasses want
me every one
Well let them catch me
if they can
They cannae
take the breeks
of a highland man
And I don't
wear the troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
"Donald where's your
troosers?"
"Donald where's your
troosers?"
Well, that's the way we sing
the song in Scotland
But of course the
song might have
more international appeal
sung something like this:
A-one, a-two,
a-one two three four
I've just come down
from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and
I'm awful shy
The lasses shout as
I go by:
"Donald, where's your
troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
A-down the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses shout
"Go go, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
Oh man I'm gonna
rock 'n' roll
I'm a movin'
and a groovin'
to save my soul
Grab the tune
and go go go
Donald, where's
your troosers?
Hey Donald,
Where's your troosers?
I've just come down
from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and
I'm awful shy
The lasses shout
as I go by:
"Donald, where's your
troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
in my kilt I go
And all the lasses say
"Hello, Donald,
where's your troosers?"
Donald, where's
your troosers?