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 troosers
I've just come down 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 troosers
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 troosers
Now I went to a fancy ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I might fall
For I had'ne on me troosers
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 troosers
Well 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?"
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 troosers
I wear me kilt each day and night
It's not a chore it's my delight
And the Hieland lassies would have a fright
If they saw me in me troosers
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 troosers
Well the lassies love me everyone
So let them catch me if they can
But you canna take the breeks off a Hieland man
For we have'na on oer troosers