I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big
and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout
when 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'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald,
where's your troosers?
A lassie took
me to a ball
And it was slippery
in the hall
And I was feared
that I would fall
For I had nae
on my troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets,
in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald,
where's your troosers?
Now I went down
to London Town
And I had some fun
in 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 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 the trousers
Let the wind blow high
Let 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 want me
every one
Well, let them
catch me if they can
You canna
take the breaks
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'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald,
where's your troosers?
Donald,
where's your troosers?
Donald,
where's yer troo...
Oh, 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
One, two, three, four
Well, I've just
come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big
and I'm awful shy
The lassies shout
when I go by
Hey, Donald,
where's your troosers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets,
in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies
shout, go, go
Hey, Donald,
where's your troosers?
Oh, man,
I'm all rock and roll
I got a-moving
and a-grooving
to save my soul
Grab your kilt
and go, go, go
Hey, Donald,
where's your troosers?
Hey let the
wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets,
in my kilt I'll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald,
where's your troosers?
I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big
and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout
when 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'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald,
where's your troosers?
Donald,
where's your troosers?