Donald, Where’s Your Trousers

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 Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low

Through the streets in me kilt I’ll go

All the lassies say hello

Donald, where’s your trousers?

  I came down from the Isle of Skye

I’m not very big and I’m awfully shy

All the lassies say as I go by

Donald, where’s your trousers?

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I went to a fancy ball,

It was slippery in the hall

I was a-feared that I might fall

‘Cause I had me on no trousers

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I went down to London town

To have a little fun on the underground

All the lassies said as I went down

Donald, where’s your trousers?

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Now the lassies love me everyone

I let them catch me if they can

You gotta take the breaks being a Highland man

Singing, Donald, where’s your trousers?

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