{t:Donald, Where's Your Troosers?}
{artist:Andy Stewart}

[Em]I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm [D]no very big and I'm awful shy
All the [Em]lassies shout as I walk by,
"[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"
Let the [Em]wind blow high and the wind blow low
[D]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
[Em]All the lassies say "Hello!
[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"


A [Em]lassie took me to a ball
[D]It was slippery in the hall
[Em]I was feared that I may fall
For I had [D]nae on my [Em]troosers
Let the [Em]wind blow high and the wind blow low
[D]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
[Em]All the lassies say "Hello!
[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"


[Em]I went down to London town
And I [D]had some fun in the underground
All the [Em]Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"
Let the [Em]wind blow high and the wind blow low
[D]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
[Em]All the lassies say "Hello!
[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"


To [Em]wear the kilt is my delight
[D]Its not wrong I know its right
The [Em]heelanders would get a fright
If they saw me [D]in the [Em]troosers
Let the [Em]wind blow high and the wind blow low
[D]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
[Em]All the lassies say "Hello!
[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"


The [Em]lassies love me every one
But [D]they must catch me if they can
You [Em]canna put the breeks on a heeland man, saying,
"Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"
Let the [Em]wind blow high and the wind blow low
[D]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
[Em]All the lassies say "Hello!
[Em]Donald, [D]where's your [Em]troosers?"