donald where's your trousers lyrics

I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no' very big an' I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, where's your troosers?"

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"

A lassie took me tae a ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
For I had nae on mae 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's your troosers?"

The lassies love me every one
Jess' let them catch me if they can
For ye cannae put the breeks on a hielan' man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

I had a cold and mae nose was raw
I had nae handkerchief and a'
So I lifted up ma kilt jus' to give it a blaw
"Whew! Donald, where's your troosers?"

Tae wear the kilt is ma delight
And it no' be wrong. I know it's right
How the folks back home would get afright
If they saw me wearin' troosers!

The Irish Rovers - Donald Where's Your Troosers

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