Donald Wheres Ya Trooousers

I just got doown from the Isle of Skye, I'm no' very big and I'm awfully shy, The lassies shoout as I go by... Donald where's ya trooosers? Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low, through the streets in my kilt I go.. And all the lassies say hello.. Donald where's ya trooosers? A lassie took me to a ball, and it was slippery in the hall, I was afraid that I would fall cause I had nae o' ma trooosers. They'd like to wed me everyone, just let them catch me if they can, You canna put the breeches on a highland man, who doesnae like wearing trooosers. To wear the kilt is my delight, it isn't wrong, I know it's right, The highlanders would get a fright, if they saw me in me trooosers. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw, I had no handkerchief at all, So I hiked up my kilt and I gave 'er a blow, now you canae do that with trooosers. The lassies love me, everyone, just let them catch me if they can, You canna get the breeches off a Highland man, cause he doesnae wear the trooosers.