Lyrics:

I''ve just come down from the isle of Skye**lf**I''m no very big an'' I''m awfully shy**lf**The lassies say as I go by**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low**lf**Through the streets in my kilt I''ll go**lf**All the lassies say hello**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**Now I went to a fancy ball**lf**And it was slippery in the hall**lf**And I was feared that I might fall**lf**For I hadnae on me trousers**lf****lf**Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low**lf**Through the streets in my kilt I''ll go**lf**All the lassies say hello**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**Now I went down to London town**lf**To have a little fun on the underground**lf**The ladies turn their heads around **lf**Saying Donald where are your trousers**lf****lf**Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low**lf**Through the streets in my kilt I''ll go**lf**All the lassies say hello**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**The lassies love me every one **lf**But let them catch me if they can**lf**You cannae take the breeks off a Hielan'' man**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low**lf**Through the streets in my kilt I''ll go**lf**All the lassies say hello**lf**Donald where''s your trousers**lf****lf**Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low**lf**Through the streets in my kilt I''ll go**lf**All the lassies say hello**lf**Donald where''s your trousers