I've just come down

from the Isle of Skye

I'm no very big and

I'm awful shy

The lasses shout as

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 go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

A lassie took me to a ball

And it was slippery in the hall

And I was afraid

that I would fall

'cos I had nae on me' troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

in my kilt I go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

I went down to London town

And I had some fun

on the Underground

The ladies turned their

heads around, saying:

"Donald, where are your

troosers?"

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

in my kilt I go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

To wear the kilt is my delight

It's not wrong, I know it's right

The highlanders would

get a fright if they

saw me in my troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets

in my kilt I go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

The lasses want me every one

Well let them catch me

if they can

They cannae take the breeks

of 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 go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

"Donald where's your

troosers?"

"Donald where's your

troosers?"

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:

A-one, a-two,

a-one two three four

I've just come down

from the Isle of Skye

I'm no very big and

I'm awful shy

The lasses shout as

I go by:

"Donald, where's your

troosers?"

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

A-down the streets

in my kilt I go

And all the lasses shout

"Go go, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

Oh man I'm gonna rock n roll

I'm a movin' and a groovin'

to save my soul

Grab the tune

and go go go

Donald, where's your troosers?

Hey Donald,

Where's your troosers?

Just you stop rockin' it and

movin' it man.

The song should be sung just

exactly like this:

I've just come down

from the Isle of Skye

I'm no very big and

I'm awful shy

The lasses shout

as 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 go

And all the lasses say

"Hello, Donald,

where's your troosers?"

Donald, where's your troosers?