And as a special bonus, here’s the Andy Stewart classic in its lyrical entirety good folks 
I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong I know it's right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers
Let 'em blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streetss, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You canna take the breaks
Of a Highland man
And I don't wear the trousers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's yer troo...
Oh, well, that's the way we sing the song in Scotland
But of course the song might have more international appeal
Sung something like this
One, two, three, four
Well, I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?
Oh, man, I'm all rock and roll
I got a-moving and
A-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troo...?
Hey let 'em wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?
Hey Donald, where's your troosers?
Yeah, hey, Donald
Hey, just a minute
What are you doing there?
Man, I'm rocking it, man
Man, I'm really moving it, man
Well, just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung
Just exactly like this
I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troosers?
 (I spoil you all, I does)
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