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

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?