| I've just come down from the Isle of Skye I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The lassies say as I go by Donald, where's your troosers [Chorus:] 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 I went to a fancy ball And it was slippery in the hall And I was feared that I might fall For I had me on my troosers [Repeat Chorus] Now we went down to London Town To have a little fun on the underground The ladies turned their heads around Saying, Donald, where are your trousers? [Repeat Chorus] The lassies love me every one Well, let them catch me if they can Try to take the the brakes from a Highland man. Saying Donald, where's your troosers? |
| I've just come down from the Isle of Skye I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The lassies say as I go by Donald, where's your troosers [Chorus:] 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 I went to a fancy ball And it was slippery in the hall And I was feared that I might fall For I had me on my troosers [Repeat Chorus] Now we went down to London Town To have a little fun on the underground The ladies turned their heads around Saying, Donald, where are your trousers? [Repeat Chorus] The lassies love me every one Well, let them catch me if they can Try to take the the brakes from a Highland man. Saying Donald, where's your troosers?
Credits Song: Scottish children's song Animation: Courtesy of Stellamarius Scottish transcription: L. O'Henry |