DONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS? (IRISH ROVERS) I’ve just come from the Isle of Skye, I'm no very big and I'm awfully shy, The lassies say as I go by, "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?" Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I go , CHORUS All the lassies say, "Hello!, Donald, where's your trousers?" I went to a fancy ball, And it was slippery in the hall, And I was feared that I might fall, Because I had on my trousers CHORUS I went down to London town, To have a little fun on the underground, The Ladies turned their heads around, saying, "Donald, where are your trousers?" CHORUS The lassies love me every one, But let them catch me if they can, You canna put the brakes on a highland man, saying, "Donald, where's your trousers?" CHORUS sporran spats feather bonnet bagpipes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2EjelEQgPw kilt plaid sash