Irish Rovers (The)
Dondald where´s your trousers?
I just down from the Isle of SkyeI'm no very big but I'm awful shyAll the lassies shout as I walk by,"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"Let the wind blow high and the wind blow lowThrough the streets in my kilt I goAll the lassies cry, "Hello!Donald, where's your trousers?"I went to a fancy ballIt was slippery in the hallI was afeared that I may fallBecause I nay had on trousersI went down to London townTo have a little fun in the undergroundAll the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,"Donald, where's your trousers?"The lassies love me every oneBut they must catch me if they canYou canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,"Donald, where's your trousers?"
From Letras Mania