Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Donald Wheres Your Trousers

Donald Where's Your Trousers

Donald Where's Your Trousers

  1. I just got in from 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 my kilt I go --
And all the ladies say hello--
Donald where's your trousers

  2. A lady took me to a ball
     And it was slippery in the hall
     I was afraid that I would fall
     'cause I didn't have on my trousers

  3. They'd like to wed me everyone
     Just let them catch me if they can --
     You canna put the brakes on a highland man
     Who doesn't like wearing trousers.

  4. To wear the kilt is my delight,
     It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
     The highlanders would get afright
     If they saw me in trousers.

  5. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
     I had no handkerchief at all
     So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
     Now you can't do that with trousers.
sung by Irish Rovers, First of
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