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Sung by Andy Stewart

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 yir 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 yir 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,
All the lassies say 'Hello'
'Donald where's yir 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 yir troosers? '

To wear the kilt is my delight;
It is not wrong, I know it's right;
The islanders 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 yir troosers? '

The lassies want me everywan;
Well 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,
All the lassies say 'Hello'
'Donald where's yir troosers? '

'Donald where's yir troosers? '
'Donald where's yir troosers? '