Donald, Where's Your Trousers?
words and music Traditional
just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
Let the wind
blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that
I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers
went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your
lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
Background: "Brakes" are Scottish name for trousers or pants. And of course, this song is a humorous commentary on the kilts that the Scottish wear. For those who've heard the traditional version, we decided to change it to the Americanized "Trousers" instead of "Troosers" for better clarity for an American audience.
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