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Ah huv' nae sung this in a Loooooong time......
Ah've just come down from the Isle o' Skye,
I'm no very big, an' I'm awf'y shy,
the lassies shout when I go by
"Donald, whaur's yer troosers?"
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
through the streets in ma kilt I go.
All the lassies shout "Hello,
Donald, whaur's yer troosers?"
A lassie took me tae a ball
and it was slippery in the hall
and I was feart that I might fall
for I hadnae on ma troosers.
I once went down tae London town
and I had some fun on the underground:
the ladies turned their heads aroon, sayin'
[Best posh English accent here]
"Donald, where are your trousers?"
To wear the kilt is my delight
It isnae wrang, I know it's right
The islanders would hae a fright
If they saw me in ma' troosers
They'd like to wed me every wan
just let them catch me if they can.
Fur ye cannae get the breeks aff a hieland man,
when he hasnae ony troosers