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?"
Refrain:
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.
Refrain
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?"
Refrain
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
Refrain
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
