Donald Where's Your Wellerman? - Lyrics
I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?
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?
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing' is done
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troosers?
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
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?
[Instrumental break]
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?
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?
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
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?
[Instrumental break]
The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You can not take the breaks off a Highland man
And I don't wear the troosers
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?
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing' is done
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troosers?
[repeat to end]
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