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.