"Donald, Where's Your Troosers?" lyrics

I've just come down from the isle of Skye
I'm no very big an' I'm awfully shy
The lassies say as 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?

Now I went to a fancy ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I might fall
For I hadnae on me 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
To have a little fun on the underground
The ladies turn their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are 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?

I wear me kilt each day and night
It's not a chore, it's my delight
And the Hieland lassies would have a fright
If they saw me in me 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?

The lassies love me every one
But let them catch me if they can
You cannae take the breeks off a Hielan' man
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?

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?