First published at 15:11 UTC on May 8th, 2021.
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I'm just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and I'm awfully…
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Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I'm just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and I'm awfully shy
All the lassies say 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'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I might fall
Because I had nay on me trousers
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, said,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
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