The Irish Rovers - Donald, Where's Your Trousers? lyrics

I've just come down from the isle of Skye I'm no very big an' I'm awfully shy The la**ies say as I go by Donald where's your trousers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the la**ies say hello Donald where's your trousers Now I went to a fancy ball And it was slippery in the hall And I was feared that I might fall For I hadnae on me trousers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the la**ies say hello Donald where's your trousers Now I went down to London town To have a little fun on the underground The ladies turn their heads around Saying Donald where are your trousers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the la**ies say hello Donald where's your trousers The la**ies love me every one But let them catch me if they can You cannae take the breeks off a Hielan' man Donald where's your trousers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the la**ies say hello Donald where's your trousers Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the la**ies say hello Donald where's your trousers