Lletres: Irish Rovers. Donald Where's Your Trousers.

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go
All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

I came down from the Isle of Skye
Ia??m not to big and Ia??m awfully shy
The lassies say as I go by
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go
All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was feared that I might fall
Cause I hadna??t me on me Trousers

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go
All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go

All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

Now I went down to London town
To have a little fun on the Underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying a??Donald where are your Trousers!?a??

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go
All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

The lassies love me, everyone
They can catch me if they can
You cannot take the brakes off a Highland man
Saying a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers?a??

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go
All the lassies say hello
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??
a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??