Our first recording of the 'Donald, Where's Your Trousers Medley' went so well I couldn't help but parody the song with a drunken Scotsman. Course that made me think of 'The Scotsman' and a song was born.
words and music Traditional
I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
What do you with a drunken Scotsman?
Way ho up she rises
Take away his claymore till he's sober
Give him some dog good and call it haggis
Give him some whiskey and watch him pass out
Find two lasses to lift his kilt up
Ask them if he's brobdingnagian?
