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Donald Where's Your Troosers
Scottish Novelty Song,
Written by: Andy Stewart, music by Neil Grant,
Copyright: Unknown
I've just come down from the Isle of Skye, I’m no 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, And all the lassies shout
hello Donald where's your troosers. A Lassie took me to a ball And it was slippery in the hall And I
was feart that I would fall Fur I hadnae on ma' troosers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I'll
go, And all the lassies shout hello Donald where's your troosers. I went down to London Town And I had
some fun in the underground The ladies turned their heads around Saying "Donald where's your troosers". Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow
low, Through the streets in my kilt I'll go, And all the lassies shout hello Donald where's your troosers.
To wear the kilt is my delight It isna wrong, I know its right The islanders would get a fright If they saw me in the
troosers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I'll go, And all the lassies shout
hello Donald where's your troosers. They'd like to wed me everywan Just let them catch me if they can
You cannae tak’ the breeks aff a Hielan’ 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, And all the lassies shout hello Donald where's your troosers.
