Donald, Where's Yuir Trowsers?

By: Traditional

Chorus 1

Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low Through the street in me kilt I go All the lassies say hello Donald where's yuir trowsers?

Verse 1

I just came down from the Isle of Skye I'm no very big, and I'm awfully shy The lassies say as I go by Donald where's yuir trowsers?

Verse 2

A lassie took me to a ball And it was slippery in the hall And I feared that I might fall Cause I had on me trowsers!

Verse 3

Now I went down to London town To have some fun on the underground The lassies turned their heads around Said, Donald where's yuir trowsers?

Verse 4

Ah wearin' the kilt is mighty light It is not wrong I know it's right The islanders would get a fright If they saw me in my trowsers

Verse 5

The lassies love me every one They have to catch me if they can They can't take the breeks off a Heilan' man Sayin' Donald where's yuir trowsers?