DONALD, WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS?
(Traditional - Scottish)

Calum Kennedy - 1959
Andy Stewart - 1960
The Men They Couldn't Hang - 1985

Also recorded by: 
The Irish Rovers; Stuart Anderson; Brobdingnagian Bards.



Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I'm just new here from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very proud and I'm no very shy
And a' the lassies wink their eye
'Cause I have nae on my trousers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

They took me to a fancy Ball
The floor was slippery in the hall
And I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I had nae on my trousers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I up and danced a Highland Fling
My kilt from side to side did swing
And everyone began to sing
Oh, Donald where's your trousers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I caught a cold, my nose seemed raw
I had nae handkerchief at a'
So I upped wi' my kilt and I gied it a blaw
Noo, ye canna dae that wi' trousers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

To the Broomielaw I walked mysel'
The swirling wind was keen and snell
It blew roon' my knees, my kilt as well
Oh, it's warmer in your trousers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

And when the time comes bye and bye
For me to sail back home to Skye
I'll tell them there how the folk did cry
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Down the street in my kilt I go
A' the lassies shout, "Hullo!
Donald, where's your trousers?"


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As rewritten by Andy Stewart & Neil Grant
for Stewart's 1960 recording:


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 yer 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 yer troosers?"

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nay 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 yer 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 yer 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 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 yer troosers?"

The lassies want me, every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You cannae put the breeks on a Heeland 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 yer troosers?"

Donald, where's yer troosers?


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2017)