Donald Where's Yer Trousers?-- Enter the Haggis
Tabbed by: T_T
Email: heavyrayne@ymail.com
From Enter the Haggis' album "Let the Wind Blow High". You can figure out the
strumming pattern. If there are any questions that are relevant to this tab, do
not hesitate to email me. Comment and/or rate if it suits you.
Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb eb (half a step down)
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:
7x
Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
A lassie took me to the ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
To wear the kilt is my delight
I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
The highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me wearin' troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
2X
Well, I was drivin' in my car
Went downtown to Kenny's bar
Fifteen Scotches, five cigars
And I left without my troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
Let the wind blow high!
Let the wind blow low...
Through the streets in a kilt I go...
Donald, where's yer troosers..?
3x
Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?"
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout "Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?"
Play F#m E D D E F#m until the end.