I just got doown from the Isle of Skye, I'm no' very big and I'm awfully shy,
The lassies shoout as I go by Donald where's ya trooosers?
Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low, through the streets in my kilt I go
And all the lassies say hello Donald where's ya trooosers?
A lassie took me to a ball, and it was slippery in the hall,
I was afraid that I would fall cause I had nae o' ma trooosers.
They'd like to wed me everyone, just let them catch me if they can,
You canna put the breeches on a highland man, who doesnae like wearing trooosers.
To wear the kilt is my delight, it isn't wrong, I know it's right,
The highlanders would get a fright, if they saw me in me trooosers.
Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw, I had no handkerchief at all,
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave 'er a blow, now you canae do that with trooosers.
The lassies love me, everyone, just let them catch me if they can,
You canna get the breeches off a Highland man, cause he doesnae wear the trooosers.