Donald, Where's Your Trousers

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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in me kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your trousers?

I just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
All the lassies shout "oo aye"
"Donald where's your trousers?"

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A lady took me to a ball,
And it was slippery in the hall
I was a-feared that I might fall
'Cause I had me on no trousers

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I went down to London town
To have a little fun on the underground
All the lassies said as I went down
Donald, where's your trousers?

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They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing trousers.

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Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with trousers.

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To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in trousers.