Donald where's your troosers? - text

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 feart that I would fall
Fur I hadnae on ma' 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!

I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying "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!

To wear the kilt is my delight
It isna wrong, I know its right
The islanders would get a fright
If they saw me in 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!

They'd like to wed me everywan
Just let them catch me if they can
You cannae tak' the breeks aff a Hielan' 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 your troosers!

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