2003 Scotland: Donald where’s your trousers?

    2003 Scotland: Donald where’s your trousers?

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    These are the lyrics of “Donald where’s your trousers”, a song sung by Andy Stewart, which became my anthem during this trip.

    I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye,

    I’m no’ very big and I’m awful shy,

    And the lassies shout when I go by,

    “Donald where’s your troosers?”

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    A lassie took me to a ball

    And it was slippery in hall,

    And I was feared that I would fall,

    For I had nae on ma troosers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    Now I went down to London town

    And I had some fun in the Underground,

    The ladies turned 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 lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    To wear the kilt is my delight,

    It is not wrong, I know it’s right,

    The Highlanders would get a fright

    If they saw me in the trousers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    The lassies want me, every one,

    Well, let them catch me if they can,

    Ye canna take the breeks off a Hieland man,

    And I don’t wear the troosers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?

    Donald, where’s your troosers?

    Donald, where’s your troo—”

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    2003 Scotland: Donald where’s your trousers?

    2003 Scotland: Donald where’s your trousers?

    ……………………………………

    These are the lyrics of “Donald where’s your trousers”, a song sung by Andy Stewart, which became my anthem during this trip.

    I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye,

    I’m no’ very big and I’m awful shy,

    And the lassies shout when I go by,

    “Donald where’s your troosers?”

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    A lassie took me to a ball

    And it was slippery in hall,

    And I was feared that I would fall,

    For I had nae on ma troosers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    Now I went down to London town

    And I had some fun in the Underground,

    The ladies turned 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 lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    To wear the kilt is my delight,

    It is not wrong, I know it’s right,

    The Highlanders would get a fright

    If they saw me in the trousers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?”

    The lassies want me, every one,

    Well, let them catch me if they can,

    Ye canna take the breeks off a Hieland man,

    And I don’t wear the troosers.

    Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

    Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

    All the lassies say “Hello,

    Donald, where’s your troosers?

    Donald, where’s your troosers?

    Donald, where’s your troo—”

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