Donald, Where's Your Troosers?
Andy Stewart


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I just down from the Isle of Skye
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I'm no very big and I'm awful shy
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All the lassies shout as I walk by,
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"Donald, where's your troosers?"
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Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
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Through the streets 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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It was slippery in the hall
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I was feared that I may fall
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For I had nae on my troosers
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Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
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Through the streets 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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I went down to London town
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And I had some fun in the underground
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All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
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"Donald, where's your troosers?"
        Em
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
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Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
Em
All the lassies say "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?"


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To wear the kilt is my delight
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Its not wrong I know its right
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The heelanders would get a fright
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If they saw me in the troosers
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Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
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Through the streets 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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The lassies love me every one
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But they must catch me if they can
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You canna put the breeks on a heeland man, saying,
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"Donald, where's your troosers?"
        Em
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
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Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
Em
All the lassies say "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?"