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Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets, in my 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 not very big and I'm awful shy

And the lassies shout when I go by

Donald, where's your troosers?

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A lassie took me to a ball

And it was slippery in the hall

And I was feared that I would fall

For I had nae on my troosers

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Now I went down to London Town

And I had some fun in the underground

The ladies turned their heads around

Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?

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To wear the kilt is my delight

It is not wrong I know it's right

The Highlanders would get a fright

If they saw me in the trousers

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The lassies want me every one

Well, let them catch me if they can

You canna take the breaks

Of a Highland man

And I don't wear the trousers

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