I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not 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
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my 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 your 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 your troosers

To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong I know it's right
The Highlanders 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 your troosers

The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You canna take the breaks 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'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers

Donald, where's your troosers
Donald, where's your troo

"Oh, 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
One, two, three, four"

Well, I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Donald, where's your troosers

Oh, man, I'm all rock and roll
And I'm a-moving and A-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I'll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers
Hey Donald, where's your troosers
Yeah, hey, Donald

"Hey, just a minute what are you doing there 
Man, I'm rocking it, man, Man, I'm really moving it, man
Well just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung just exactly like this"

I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not 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
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers

Donald, where's your troosers 
