Donald, Where's Your Troosers?

Donald Where's Yer Troosers - Andy Stewart

Written by：Andy Stewart

I've just come down

From the isle of Skye

I'm not very big and I'm awful shy

And the lassies shout when I go by

Donald where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

A lassie took me to a ball

And it was slippery in the hall

And I was feared that I would fall

For I had nae on my troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Now I went down to London town

And I had some fun in the underground

The ladies turned their heads around

Saying Donald where are your trousers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

To wear the kilt is my delight

It is not wrong I know it's right

The highlanders would get a fright

If they saw me in the trousers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

The lassies want me every one

Well let them catch me if they can

You Canaan take the breaks

If a highland man

And I don't wear the troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Donald where's your troosers

Donald where's your trio

Oh well that's the way

We sing the song in Scotland

But of course the song might

Have more international appeal

Sung something like this

One two three four

Just come down

From the isle of Skye

I'm not very big and I'm awful shy

The lassies shout when I go by

Hey Donald where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies shout go go

Donald where's your troosers

Oh man I'm all rock and roll

And I'm a moving and

A grooving to save my soul

Grab your kilt and go go go

Hey Donald where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

Oh yeah go go go

Hey Donald where's your troosers

Hey Donald where's your troosers

Yeah hey Donald

Hey just a minute

What are you doing there

Man I'm rocking it man

Man I'm really moving it man

Well just you stop rocking it

And moving it man

The song should be sung

Just exactly like this

I've just come down

From the isle of Skye

I'm not very big and I'm awful shy

And the lassies shout when I go by

Donald where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

In my kilt I'll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald where's your troosers

Donald where's your troosers