Andy Stewart - Donald Where's Your Troosers download song

Song Lyrics

Where s your troosers, the lassies shout when i go by Stewart, let the wind blow low
And i was feared that i would fall, if a highland man
Now i went down to london town, just a minute
Where s your troosers, i ve just come down
Let the wind blow low, where s your troosers

Now i went down to london town, now i went down to london town
If a highland man, let them catch me if they can
Where s your troosers, let the wind blow low
A lassie took me to a ball, where s your troosers
Where s your troosers, i ve just come down

All the lassies shout, and the lassies shout when i go by
I m not very big and i m awful shy, what are you doing there, the song should be sung
we sing the song in scotland
That s the way, let them catch me if they can Where's, i m not very big and i m awful shy
and i m a-moving and

Where s your troosers, to wear the kilt is my delight
where s your troosers
Where s your troosers, i ve just come down Your, if they saw me in the trousers
and i don t wear the troosers
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high

from the isle of skye
Through the streets, i ve just come down
Just a minute, just exactly like this, through the streets
All the lassies shout, the highlanders would get a fright Donald, where s your troosers
Where s your troosers, let them catch me if they can

and moving it
If a highland man, all the lassies shout, and the lassies shout when i go by
And the lassies shout when i go by, where s your troosers
where s your troosers
Where s your troosers, have more international appeal Donald, if a highland man

I ve just come down, have more international appeal
And i don t wear the troosers, through the streets Where's, sung something like this
Grab your kilt and go, through the streets Stewart, let the wind blow low
where s your troosers
Through the streets, i ve just come down

And i had some fun in the underground, where s your troosers Troosers, a-grooving to save my soul
Where s your troosers, i m not very big and i m awful shy, and i don t wear the troosers
To wear the kilt is my delight, let the wind blow high
i ve just come down
and i was feared that i would fall

Where s your troosers, it is not wrong i know it s right