Donald, Where's Yer Troosers - Enter The Haggis

I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye,

I’m no very big and I’m awful shy,

And the lassies shout when I go by,

«Donald where’s your troosers.»

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,

And all the lassies shout hello

Donald where’syour troosers.

A Lassie took me to a ball

And it was slippery in the hall

And I was feart that I would fall

Fur I hadnae on ma' troosers

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I went down to London Town

And I had some fun in the underground

The ladies turned their heads around

Saying «Donald where’s your troosers».

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To wear the kilt is my delight

It isna wrong, I know its right

The islanders would get a fright

If they saw me in the troosers

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They’d like to wed me everywan

Just let them catch me if they can

You cannae tak' the breeks aff a Hielan' man

And I don’t wear the troosers

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