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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?" ******************** 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)

    


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