Tom: Bbm
F#m E D
eb -|--2--| eb -|--0--| eb -|--2--|
Bb -|--2--| Bb -|--0--| Bb -|--3--|
Gb -|--2--| Gb -|--1--| Gb -|--2--|
Db -|--4--| Db -|--2--| Db -|--0--|
Ab -|--4--| Ab -|--2--| Ab -|-----|
Eb -|--2--| Eb -|--0--| Eb -|-----|
(Technically, the guitar should not be playing during the intro, but you really wish to play...)
Intro:
F#m E D
D E F#m 7x
F#m
Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky
E
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
D D E F#m
The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?"
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
F#m E D
D E F#m
F#m
A lassie took me to the ball
E
And it was slippery in the hall
D
I was afraid that I would fall
D E F#m
Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
F#m E D
D E F#m
F#m
To wear the kilt is my delight
E
I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
D
The highlanders would get a fright
D E F#m
If they saw me wearin' troosers
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
F#m E D
D E F#m 2X
F#m
Well, I was drivin' in my car
E
Went downtown to Kenny's bar
D
Fifteen Scotches, five cigars
D E F#m
And I left without my troosers
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
F#m
Let the wind blow high!
E
Let the wind blow low...
D
Through the streets in a kilt I go...
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers..?
F#m E D
D E F#m 3x
F#m
Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky
E
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
D D E F#m
The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?"
F#m
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
E
Through the streets in a kilt I go
D
All the lasses shout "Hello!
D E F#m
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
