Donald Wheres Ya Trooousers

Am C G G7 I just got doown from the Isle of Skye, I'm no' very big and I'm awfully shy, Am C G Am The lassies shoout as I go by... Donald where's ya trooosers? Am C G G7 Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low, through the streets in my kilt I go.. Am C G Am And all the lassies say hello.. Donald where's ya trooosers? G7 C G G7 A lassie took me to a ball, and it was slippery in the hall, Am C G Am I was afraid that I would fall cause I had nae o' ma trooosers. Am C G G7 They'd like to wed me everyone, just let them catch me if they can, Am C G Am You canna put the breeches on a highland man, who doesnae like wearing trooosers. Am C G G7 To wear the kilt is my delight, it isn't wrong, I know it's right, Am G G Am The highlanders would get a fright, if they saw me in me trooosers. Am C G G7 Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw, I had no handkerchief at all, Am C G Am So I hiked up my kilt and I gave 'er a blow, now you canae do that with trooosers. Am C G G7 The lassies love me, everyone, just let them catch me if they can, Am C G Am You canna get the breeches off a Highland man, cause he doesnae wear the trooosers.