| Dm | | I just down from the Isle of Skye |
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| C | | I’m no very big but I’m awful shy |
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| Dm | | All the lassies shout as I walk by, |
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| C | Dm | | „Donald, Where’s Your | Trousers?“ |
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| | | Dm | | | | Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low |
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| | | C | | | | Through the streets in my kilt I go |
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| | | Dm | | | | All the lassies cry, „Hello! |
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| | | C | Dm | | | | Donald, where’s your | trousers?“ |
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| Dm | | I went to a fancy ball |
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| C | | It was slippery in the hall |
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| Dm | | I was afeared that I may fall |
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| C | Dm | | Because I nay had on | trousers |
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| Dm | | I went down to London town |
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| C | | To have a little fun in the underground |
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| Dm | | All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying, |
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| C | Dm | | „Donald, where’s your | trousers?“ |
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| Dm | | The lassies love me every one |
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| C | | But they must catch me if they can |
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| Dm | | You canna put the brakes on a highland man, saying, |
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| C | Dm | | „Donald, where’s your | trousers?„ |
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