| I’ve just come down
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| From the Isle of Skye
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| I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
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| And the lassies shout when I go by
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| Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Let the wind blow high
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| Let the wind blow low
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| Through the streets
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| In my kilt, I’ll go
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| All the lassies say hello
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| Donald, where’s your troosers
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| A lassie took me to a ball
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| And it was slippery in the hall
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| And I was feared that I would fall
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| For I had nae on my troosers
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| Now I went down to London Town
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| And I had some fun in the underground
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| The ladies turned their heads around
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| Saying, Donald, where are your trousers
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| To wear the kilt is my delight
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| It is not wrong I know it’s right
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| The Highlanders would get a fright
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| If they saw me in the trousers
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| The lassies want me every one
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| Well, let them catch me if they can
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| You canna take the breaks
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| If a Highland man
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| And I don’t wear the troosers
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| Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Donald, where’s your troo
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| Oh, well, that’s the way
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| We sing the song in Scotland
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| But of course the song might
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| Have more international appeal
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| Sung something like this
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| One, two, three, four
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| Well, I’ve just come down
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| From the Isle of Skye
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| I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
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| The lassies shout when I go by
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| Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Let the wind blow high
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| Let the wind blow low
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| Through the streets
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| In my kilt, I’ll go
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| All the lassies shout, go, go
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| Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Oh, man, I’m all rock and roll
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| And I’m a-moving and
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| A-grooving to save my soul
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| Grab your kilt and go, go, go
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| Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Let the wind blow high
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| Let the wind blow low
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| Through the streets
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| In my kilt, I’ll go
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| Oh, yeah, go, go, go
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| Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Hey Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Yeah, hey, Donald
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| Hey, just a minute
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| What are you doing there
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| (Man, I’m rocking it, man)
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| (Man, I’m really moving it, man)
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| Well just you stop rocking it
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| And moving it, man
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| The song should be sung
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| Just exactly like this
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| I’ve just come down
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| From the Isle of Skye
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| I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
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| And the lassies shout when I go by
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| Donald, where’s your troosers
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| Donald, where’s your troosers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Donald Where’s Yer Troosers , by - Andy Stewart. Song from the album Welcome to Scotland, in the genre Музыка мира