Donald, Where's Your Trousers?

{t:Donald, Where's Your Trousers?}{st:Andy Stewart}I’ve [Dm]just come down from the Isle of SkyeI'm [C]no very big and I'm awful shyAnd the [Dm]lassies shout when I go by,[C]"Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?"{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?" [Dm]
{eoc}
A [Dm]lassie took me to a ballAnd [C]it was slippery in the hallAnd [Dm]I was feart that I would fallFor I [C]had nae on my [Dm]troosers{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?" [Dm]{eoc}

Now [Dm]I went down to London townAnd I [C]had some fun in the undergroundThe [Dm]ladies turned their heads around, saying,[C]"Donald, where are your [Dm]trousers?"{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?" [Dm]{eoc}

To [Dm]wear the kilt is my delightIt [C]is not wrong, I know it’s rightThe [Dm]‘ighlanders would get a frightIf they [C]saw me in the [Dm]troosers{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?" [Dm]{eoc}

The [Dm]lassies want me every oneWell [C]let them catch me if they canYou [Dm]cannae take the breeks off a Hieland man,And [C]I don’t wear the [Dm]troosers{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]troosers?" [Dm]{eoc}

Let the [Dm]wind blow high, let the wind blow low[C]Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go[Dm]All the lassies say, "Hello![C]Donald, where's your [Dm]↓troosers?"{t:Donald, Where's Your Trousers?}