| I just got in from the Isle of Skye
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| I’m not very big and I’m awfully shy
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| the ladies shout as I go by--
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| Donald where’s your trousers.
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| Chorus:
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| Let the winds blow high,
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| Let the winds blow low,
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| down the street in my kilt I go --
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| And all the ladies say hello--
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| Donald where’s your trousers
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| A lady took me to a ball
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| And it was slippery in the hall
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| I was afraid that I would fall
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| 'cause I didn’t have on my trousers
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| They’d like to wed me everyone
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| Just let them catch me if they can --
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| You canna put the brakes on a highland man
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| Who doesn’t like wearing trousers.
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| To wear the kilt is my delight,
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| It isn’t wrong, I know it’s right.
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| The highlanders would get afright
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| If they saw me in trousers.
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| Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
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| I had no handkerchief at all
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| So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
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| Now you can’t do that with trousers. |