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 yer troosers?
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 yer troosers?
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 troosers!
Chorus
They'd like to wed me every one
Just let them catch me if they can
Ye canna put the brakes on a
Highland man
Who doesn't like wearing troosers.
Chorus
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in my troosers.
Chorus
Well I caught a cold and me nose was
raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked my kilt and gave it a
blaw,
Now you can't do that with troosers!