Donald, where's your troosers? Lyrics

Donald, where's yer troosers?

Well I've just come down from the Isle of Skye,
I'm no very big an' I'm awfy shy,
And the lassies shout when I go by
"Donald, where's yer troosers?"

Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I go.
All the lassies shout "Hello,
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
"Donald, where's yer troosers?"

I once went down tae London town
And I had some fun on the Underground
Alady bent down tae pick up half a crown and said
"Donald, where are your trousers?"

Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I go.
All the lassies shout "Hello,
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
"Donald, where's yer troosers?"

Tae wear the kilt is my delight,
And it's not wrong, I know it's right.
How the folks back home would get a fright
If they saw me wearin' troosers

Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I go.
All the lassies shout "Hello,
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
"Donald, where's yer troosers?"