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'syour 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 Chorus 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". Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus