Real Mckenzies - Donald Where's Yer Troosers - Текст песни

I've just come back from the Isle of Skye 
Im no very big and I'm awful shy 
And the lassies shout when I go by 
"Donald where's yer 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 

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 

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's yer troosers"