Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go, And all the lassies shout hello, Donald where’s your troosers…
Translated:
troosers: troos trousers.
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, through the streets in my kilt I’ll go, And all the young ladies shout hello, Donald where’s your trousers…
The original artist: Andy Stewart; Scottish singer, entertainer and composer.
The song: http://youtu.be/pDJflQfNUE8 accompanied by an entertaining video (warning: views of bare scottish bottoms ahead).
Is that you back, then?
Things have been awfy dull withoot yer scribblings!
Aye – slowly back into it, bit by bit. May not be weekly yet but I’ll get there. Cheers for the compliment.
Woo Hoo!!! I missed you and so has the whole clan!
recent eerie experience watching Sara Connor Chronicles. Terminator Cromarty sitting with child Savannah singing in duet “Donald, where’s your trousers?” Eat your heart out Arnie!
Yer Back Hen! Weel deen.
Hae a Dram… an’ dinnae haud up the worship!