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Duncan, Where's Your Trewsers?
by Lillian Wolfe

Tune: Donald, Where's Your Trewsers?

He's just come down from the Isle of Skye,
He's a nice big man and not so shy,
Pretty lasses gape as he goes by,
Sayin' "Duncan, where's your trewsers?"

Chorus:
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in his kilt he goes
Immortal lassies say, "Hello-- Duncan, where's your trewsers?"

Well, he went down to Glasgow Town
Thought he was the only Immortal around,
Till a comely lass came to hunt him doon,
Sayin', "Duncan, where's your trewsers?"

Chorus

Now he went to a fancy ball
And the lassies loved him, one and all,
So Duncan stood up straight and tall,
'Cause he hadn't worn his trewsers.

Chorus

He doesn't wear the kilt today,
It's trewsers when he goes out to play,
'Cause Methos hid the kilt away,
Sayin', "MacLeod, put on some pants!"

New Chorus:
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Amanda giggled at the kilt and so,
Lassies now smile and say,
"Hello-- Duncan, you're wearing trewsers."