Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low 
Through the streets in my kilt I go 
All the lassies say, "Hello! 
Donald, where's your trousers?" 

I've just come down from the Isle of Skye 
I'm no very big but I'm awfully shy 
The lassies say as I go by 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 say, "Hello! 
Donald, where's your trousers?" 

Now I went to a fancy ball 
And it was slippery in the hall 
And I was feared that I might fall 
For I hadnay on me trousers 

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low 
Through the streets in my kilt I go 
All the lassies say, "Hello! 
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 say, "Hello! 
Donald, where's your trousers?" 

Now I went down to London town 
To have a little fun on the underground 
The Ladies turned their heads around, saying:
"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 say, "Hello! 
Donald, where's your trousers?" 

The lassies love me every one 
But let them catch me if they can 
You canna take the breeks of a highland man, saying:
"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 say, "Hello! 
Donald, where's your trousers?" 
Donald, where's your trousers?"