Donald, Where's Your Trousers? |
I just got in frae the Isle of Skye I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The ladies shout as I go by "Donald where's your trousers?" Chorus: Let the winds blow high, Let the winds blow low, Down the street in m' kilt I go And all the ladies say "Hello Donald where's your trousers?"
2. A lady took me to a ball | 3. They'd like to wed me everyone Just let them catch me if they can You canna put the breeks on a highland man Who doesn't like wearing trousers. Chorus:
4. To wear the kilt is my delight,
5. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw |