Donald Where's Your Troosers

I just down from the Isle of Skye I'm no very big but I'm awful shy All the lassies shout as I go by, "Donald, Where's Your Troosers?" Chorus Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say, "Hello! Donald, where's your troosers?" A Lady took me to a ball And it was slippery in the hall I was afeared that I wid fall 'Cause I had nay on ma troosers Chorus Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say, "Hello! Donald, where's your troosers?" I went down to London town To have a little fun in the underground All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying, "Donald, where's your troosers?" Chorus Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say, "Hello! Donald, where's your troosers?" To wear the kilt is my delight, It is not wrong, I know it's right. The highlanders would get afright If they saw me in my troosers. Chorus Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say, "Hello! Donald, where's your troosers?" The lassies love me every one Just let them catch me if they can You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying, 'Cause he does nae wear his troosers?" Chorus Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say, "Hello! Donald, where's your troosers?" Alternate Chords verse/Chorus: Am-G-Am-G-Am-Am