Donald, Where s Your Trousers? and
What Do You Do with a Drunken Sailor? 
words and music Traditional
I just down from the Isle of Skye
I m no very,
big and I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
Donald, Where's Your Trousers?
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt 1 go
All the lassies cry, " Hello!
Say in, Donald, where s your trousers':'
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was a feared that I may fall,
Cause I nay had on trousers.
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
Donald, where s your trousers?
The lassies love me every
one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man, saying,
Donald, where s your trousers?
Way ho and up she rises (x3)
Ear-lie in the morning
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you
do with a drunken sailor,
Ear-lie in the morning?
1. Put him in the long boat till he's sober,
2. shave his belly with a rusty razor.
3. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.