Lyrics Donald, Where's Yer Troosers - Andy Stewart, The White Heather Group, Andy Stewart, The White Heather Group

Donald, Where's Yer Troosers

Just got in from the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awfully shy
The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where’s your troosers?
Let the winds blow high
Let the winds blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where’s your troosers?
A lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn’t have on my troosers
Let the winds blow high
Let the winds blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where’s your troosers?
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 troosers
Let the winds blow high
Let the winds blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where’s your troosers?
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 my troosers
Let the winds blow high
Let the winds blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where’s your troosers?
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 troosers
Let the winds blow high
Let the winds blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where’s your troosers?