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Andy B. Stewart - Donald Where's Yer Trousers lyrics
I've just come down from the Isle of Skye, I'm no very big an' I'm awfy shy, And the lassies shout when I go by "Hey Donald, whaur's yer troosers?" Chorus: Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low Through the streets in ma kilt I go. All the lassies shout "Hello, Hey Donald, whaur's yer troosers?" Tae wear the kilt is my delight, And it's not wrong, I know it's right. How the folks back home would get a fright If they saw me wearin' troosers A lassie took me tae a ball And it was slippery in the hall And I was feared that I would fall For I hadnae on ma troosers. I once went down tae London town And I had some fun on the Underground The ladies turned their heads around Saying "Donald, where are your trousers?" The lassies want me, everyone Well let them catch me if they can Ye cannae take the breeks off a Hieland man, And I don't wear ma troosers. |
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